The fingers curling in his hair made a shiver run down his spine and Poe groaned lowly. He didn't let go of Finn's cock - still stroking him - and he fumbling with the other hand to get the bottle open, and too pour some of the cool liquid onto the heated skin of his cock. He felt like he was on fire, and he couldn't quite understand it. It had never been like this.

He finally let go of Finn's cock, but just so he could raise the man's hips into a better position and then line himself up. He didn't push in, just yet, leaning down to steal a clumsy kiss, utterly overwhelmed.

"Yours," he promised again, just as he started pushing - pressure building against that tight right of muscle as he pressed the head of his cock against it. But between the lubricant and Finn's well worked body, the resistance didn't last for long, and suddenly the head slipped inside, pulling a surprised grunt from his lips.