Our bed. Finn swallowed hard. This fantasy was going to be the death of him.

Finn stood and slinked on to the bed, as told, still mostly clothed. Though he wiggled around a little, moving his pants lower for better access. Without removing his eyes from Poe, he kept moving his hand slowly over his cock, squeezing a little at the end and taking in mighty breaths to keep himself together.

They'd barely started, but this whole idea was about to be his undoing. "Poe-" he gasped, wondering if they could move this along. The faster it was over with, the faster he could forget this fantasy and pretend that the love and hope in his chest didn't exist.