Finn wished he was dazed out of his mind right now. He was breathing heavy, his own seed sticky and still warm between them, staring up at the ceiling. What they just did was... wonderful, beautiful, a gift, but-

He blinked when Poe spoke, and it all suddenly seemed more like reality. Even if it was a fantasy, Finn figured he should play his role. "That's a dangerous promise, Poe," he said in a firm voice he very rarely used with clients.

Made it seem real, though, and that's what Poe wanted. Because this couldn't be real.