Poe’s teeth caught at his lower lip, grinning as a throb of arousal shot through him. He was very reluctant to shift from this position - didn’t want to lost contact - but he needed to get something out of the way, first.

He pushed up, onto his knees, hooking his underwear with a hand and tugging it down. It took a little shuffling to get them off, the action not exactly elegant, but soon he was kneeling above Finn’s lap, utterly naked.

He took the bottle, popping the lid, and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. If a little dripped down to hit Finn’s cock, well... oops?

Still biting his lip, he spread his knees wider, his full, heavy cock bouncing. And then slid his hand down under himself. His heart was beating wildly as he teased at his own entrance with his fingers, and then groaned, his eyes sliding shut as he finally pushed a finger into himself.