Finn whimpered from the words, from the slow strokes, from the thumb brushing over the head. He had to deepen the kiss to muffle the noise, though he couldn't afford to get embarrassed about it right now. Later, definitely.

He was a lot less coordinated than Poe was but his hand still stroked him in even, measured movements. He wanted to move faster, every cell in his body was screaming for it, but he couldn't do anything except try to match the pace Poe set.