Poe groaned softly, Finn falling away from his fingers, pretty kisses to his abdomen. Poe was determined to help, so he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it off to the side before climbing onto the couch. He dug each knee into Escher side and then sat down in Finn’s lap as he trapped Finn’s hips between them and then slowly began to grind down into him.

He moaned, openly, his whole body shuddering as he found an achingly good way to roll himself against Finn as he started to fumble for the man’s shirt, sliding his hands up over Finn’s chest. ]