Finn didn't try to act for Poe's benefit. He didn't need to, really, even when he wasn't feeling up for it. But this time, in particular, seemed especially good. All that time waiting for Poe to give in and take him must have built some need in him that he hadn't even noticed. Now that it was happening, with Poe thrusting hard and a hand on his cock, he could already feel himself unraveling quickly.

His hand reached out to grip at Poe's arm after a couple of failed attempts, his breaths turning into pants. Poe was relentless, and every passing second was driving him insane.

"Poe, I- I'm- Poe-"