Finn said something but Poe barely registered it, every thrust sending him into a dizzying amount of pleasure. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't. How the hell would anyone ever get anything done if it felt this good--

He punctuated every single one of Finn's thrusts with a sharp moan, losing himself to it. His hand vaguely travelled south for all of a second, but in the end his cock was completely forgotten as Finn brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Finn-- oh, fuck-- oh Finn--" His orgasm hit him with very little warning, his hand too far from his cock to be responsible, the feeling boiling up and washing over him with a strangely slow but overwhelming intensity. He shuddered, his whole body tensing as he came, Finn's name like a prayer on his lips as his over worked body gave up all the cum that it could.