Finn gasped against his mouth, being driven mad by Poe lapping up his cum (his!) and the strokes not stopping on his cock. He probably should have noticed that Poe had no hands free, that there was something else going on, but the tunnel vision wouldn't let go.

"You have me." His voice was shaking, emotional, overstimulated, losing his mind. Hell, he's not even sure Poe spoke at all. "Have me. Take me." Finn took him back into another deep but much clumsier kiss, tasting himself against Poe's tongue. He was panting without letting him go completely and everything was just very muddled right now. Distantly, he did know that Poe hadn't gone off yet, so he pushed his hips against him, groaning.