Finn watched it wash over Poe's tense body, his face a picture of pure bliss, saying Finn's name. Between the image of this beloved man writhing beneath him and the shuddering squeezes trying to desperately milk his cock, Finn came with one hard jack of his hips and a sob escaping his throat.

It was overwhelming, sparks lighting a fire on his nerve endings, shaking through the last rungs of pleasure. His body felt like it was totally giving out, but he didn't want to leave this moment yet. He panted against Poe's stomach, not even really back to himself while his cocked continued to jerk at random intervals. Without thinking much about it, his lips found skin to suck and lap up the cum immediately in reach, trying to stay awake a little while longer.