Poe groaned, low and deep, his head dipping to press hard into Finn's shoulder as he rolled his hips into Finn's hand.

He pulled Finn's cock out, stroking it a little distractedly, a little desperately, and pushing his trousers down further.

In the back of his mind he knew he would hate himself for this, in an hour. But he couldn't stop. Not when Finn felt so good against him. Not when he seemed so eager... He pressed another kiss to Finn's throat, teeth grazing, and then started to rut firmly against him, trapping their hands between their bodies.