His cock throbbed, that familiar almost violent need building in him again. It would be too easy to do just that - to pull back and fuck Finn again until he came. Train him to him cock. He could fuck him so good that Finn would never be able to come without Poe fucking him, bind them together in this twisted, corrupted codependence.

He wanted it so badly he could almost taste it.

But he didn’t want to do that to Finn. Didn’t want to slave him to his desires the same way Poe was. So he let out a long, shakey breath and then nodded, shifting position. A moment later, he had his lips around the head of Finn’s cock, slowly easy two fingers into his ass and curling his fingers against Finn’s prostate as he began to bob his head, swallowing thickly around him.