Finn's mouth fell open, a silent moan on his lips when Poe took him in hand. "Really good," he answered a little breathless, voice a little high. His hips pressed into his hand every time it moved even though Finn really did try to settle himself. It just-

Oh, right, he's supposed to be doing something. He opened his eyes again, breathing in deep gasps, desperate to make Poe feel this good. While he was inexperienced with other men, he enjoyed finding what people found pleasurable and he obviously knew how his own body worked.

He took Poe in hand gently but firmly, having to stop and shudder just from the feel and realization that this was really happening, before moving in hard, long strokes in times with the ticking of his hips. "That-... How's that?"