It was much to Poe's frustration, and he was about to make a very vocal complaint about how slow and careful it was, but then every thought was stolen from him as he felt Finn's fingers slide against him.

Fuck, it had been a long time.

His grip firmed around Finn's cock, the next stroke a little more erratic as Poe shifted, spreading his legs firmer and trying to give Finn easier access. All it really did, though, was pull his pants down tighter around Finn's hand and make it harder to get in there. Woops. Look, he was having a hard time thinking straight.

"Fuck, Finn... I've wanted you so much--"