Poe's spine arched, neck craning back to expose more of it to Finn's lips. Every thrust was just on the cusp of way too much - his oversensitive and abused nerve endings lighting up like they were on fire. He didn't notice that he was moaning with every thrust, low and caught deep in his throat.

It was really, really hard to pay attention to anything save the deep, full feeling of Finn inside him, so he didn't notice the way his arms gripped around the other man, fingers digging into his back with every thrust.

"Finn--" he moaned, moving against him as well as he could manage. "Finn, you feel so good-- I love you so much--"