The moan punched out of him was more out of surprise than anything. They didn't usually do this. Finn already came. Poe didn't even owe him that.

Or maybe Poe just wasn't done yet. That would make more sense.

Either way, Finn wasn't complaining. He hissed as Poe carefully navigated his way around, writhing and moaning from how sensitive and sore and good every touch felt.