The slow, tender touches were driving him absolutely mad. Finn's head tilted back against the couch, crying out louder and louder, not even thinking about the sounds he was making. All of his brain power was stuck between how good Poe felt and trying not to thrust into his perfect, warm, soft, eager mouth.

The babbling didn't stop, though. Only, Finn was just repeating Poe's name now, a mantra jumping through his mind on repeat. It was all he knew right now, especially when he finally opened his eyes to watch him. Praise about goodness and perfection and beauty were falling from his lips, too, but he didn't think about that either.

It would be easy to tell him that he loved him. But that, at least, he held back.