He was about to say something else, but then Finn was purring in his lap, and every other thought vaporized in an instant.

"Yeah?" He asked. He sounded hopeful, despite knowing all too well that Finn was just acting. This was his job. This was what he was supposed to do. Make Poe feel special. And unlike some assholes in the corps, he knew Finn didn't actually owe him anything.

There was a good chance Finn didn't even like him.

But Poe didn't care. The fantasy of Finn caring about him was too sweet to let reality intervene.

His cock throbbed quietly, a small pulse of arousal in his groin making him shift under Finn's weight.

"You would have enjoyed me taking you as my paramour, huh?" he goads. "Just living in my quarters and waiting in my bed every day for me to come back and ravish you?"