"That's it," Poe whispered, his own breath hitching, thrusting into Finn's hand not quite as hard as Finn was thrusting into his. But he was mesmermized by Finn in general - almost all his attention focusing in on him with laser precision.

That wasn't to say he wasn't right on the edge of coming. He was. He probably would as soon as Finn did. But at the moment, he was more focused on the other man than himself.

He twisted his wrist so that every stroke of Finn's cock his palm grazed over the head, spreading the precum with it, making the next stroke slicker, and faster. He was breathing hard and watching Finn with an intense gaze.

"That's it, Finn--" He swore he could feel the way Finn's muscles were tightening, just on the precipice--

"Come for me--"