Finn tilts his head back, a low moan escaping his lips when Jonathan kisses and licked his neck. Warm magic channels through his hands, the same kind he uses to make fire, only no fire manifests. Instead of burning, his hands just provide a warming sensation, like an electric blanket.

He lets his hands just sit on Jonathan's dicks for a moment, so he can just feel the warmth, before he resumes his strokes.

"Yeah, you like this. My fiery hands on you, warming you up. Magic hands, baby."