Nothing about this was normal but the surrealness of this situation was the furthest thing from Finn's mind. Poe's tight, warm, wet mouth had successfully drained his mind of all higher function, actually. Followed with the throbs and jolts of his throat swallowing around him, Finn knew he wouldn't last much longer, unfortunately.

His hands scrambled over Poe's shoulders, neck, and scalp. "Poe- Poe. I can't- I'm won't- I'm- Poe-"