"I'm good," he promised breathlessly as his body adjusted to the intrusion, the soreness ebbing away to be replace by at dull, thick stress. He really needed to remember to breathe, though. His lungs were on fire by the time he remembered.

"I'm okay," he whispered again. "I - I want you so much, Finn, please-"

Whether the other man moved or not, Poe tried, rolling his hips so he took just the slightest amount of Finn that he could take, afraid to ask for more.