Finn gripped hard at Poe's hips, hard enough to leave bruises, and his mind seemed like it was trying to take everything in at once. He wanted Poe. Poe loved him, and Finn wanted this so much. It could be a real, tangible thing and not just a one-off. They could be happy and content the next morning and happy together all the mornings thereafter. He could have that with this beautiful, caring man that made lust curl in his hips and love burst in his chest.

But if he really loved him, he would tell him no. Finn felt like this was an inalienable truth, felt it ring hollow deep in his bones. He could tell himself that this would help Poe, that this was them getting back together again, but he knew it wasn't as simple as that. This couldn't be that sweet fairytale ending. This was taking advantage.

"I want-" Finn panted for breath, one hand moving firmly up Poe's side, over his ribs. His eyes threatened to flutter shut from the strokes, trying to make a split second decision, trying to figure out what was best.

Poe was a grown man who could decide for himself what he needed. Right now, he needed Finn. "Yes. Yes, please. I want you. I want this, Poe." The hand glued to Poe's hip tried to shift him closer while the other finally got around his cock, feeling the weight of it for the first time as he stroked him fast.