Poe swore, the sight and sound of Finn coming as he almost punishingly fucked him was way too much - his hips slammed even harder, both hands gripping Finn’s hips, his fingers gripping Finn’s hips tight enough to leave ten well-defined bruises as he came with a broken roar.

It seemed to last forever, filling Finn with rope after rope of his seed, his thrusts erratic but incredibly deep. It took a long time for him to come down, shuddering through the after shocks before crumpling forward, pressing his face to Finn’s chest, just barely missing where the evidence of Finn’s own orgasm marked the man’s skin. He shuddered, groaning low, but after a few seconds slowly began to press kisses to the warm skin.

“... you okay?” He asked quietly, feeling and sounding a lot more like himself. “Did I...”

He trailed off. He couldn’t imagine that hadn’t hurt Finn...