The hungry, dangerous look in Poe's eyes was all too familiar to him now. Finn knew he was about to be fucked again and wanted it in that moment, no matter how much his body would protest later.

But Poe took a different approach, and Finn was shouting his praises before long. Between milking his prostate and swallowing around his cock, Poe managed to tip him over the edge again. Finn pulled at his hair, coming down his throat almost painfully.

They didn't do this. Something about it made this feel all the more special and somehow better. It gave him hope that this wasn't just what it seemed, that there was more here. But for now, Finn choked on a breath and fell back to the crate, trembling and moaning from the aftershocks. He felt wrecked, another thing they didn't really do.