Finn whimpered, his head tilting back to better expose his throat. If Poe was already moving for him, then he might as well keep going. One hand fumbled past Poe's clothes and finally wrapped around his hard cock, enjoying this a lot more than many of the times before.

It was starting to get more hurried now, though, but he was still ready from earlier if Poe wanted things to go that way. Which it likely would. It always did, no matter how different this was. But it still felt good, his hips pushing into Poe's grip with an arm slung over his back in an attempt to hold on.