He let go quickly, less worried and more curious about what Poe wanted given how soft his voice was. When his idea took shape, though, Finn didn't realize how much better this was.

He wanted to see it so badly, but he could picture it clear as day. It made his head tilt back and moan with Poe, his hips moving with the same rhythm. His hands wound around Poe, clutching at the warm skin of his back, nails threatening to sink in.