He could feel where he'd have bruises in the morning, and fuck but he wanted it. The lube was way, way too far away right now (a whole six feet), and Poe was sure that if he took even a breath of space it would be enough to let the doubts creep in. He didn't want doubts.
He wanted--
That thought was immediately shut off by Finn's hand on his cock, a moan pulled from his lips as he fell forward a little, catching himself with his free hand next to Finn's side, his other still gripped around Finn. The fast strokes were a lot though, and they were distracting, but it was way too hard to tell Finn to stop.
So instead he waited until the rythym wasn't quite as intense - body getting used to the sensation, and then he spat into his own palm and reached back under him, gripping Finn's cock solidly as he lined it up.
"I love you so much," He breathed almost to himself, eyes sliding tightly shut as he pressed down, Finn feeling impossibly big against him. "So fucking much," he reiterated with a sharp intake of breath as he finally managed to sink an inch - two - down on his lover's - his friend's? - cock.
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He wanted--
That thought was immediately shut off by Finn's hand on his cock, a moan pulled from his lips as he fell forward a little, catching himself with his free hand next to Finn's side, his other still gripped around Finn. The fast strokes were a lot though, and they were distracting, but it was way too hard to tell Finn to stop.
So instead he waited until the rythym wasn't quite as intense - body getting used to the sensation, and then he spat into his own palm and reached back under him, gripping Finn's cock solidly as he lined it up.
"I love you so much," He breathed almost to himself, eyes sliding tightly shut as he pressed down, Finn feeling impossibly big against him. "So fucking much," he reiterated with a sharp intake of breath as he finally managed to sink an inch - two - down on his lover's - his friend's? - cock.