Finn moaned, whimpering a little again, as a hand scratched over Poe's shoulder and into his hair. His cock pulsed from the fantasy- the promise that settled into his mind. Too fast, too slow- He wasn't even thinking about those concepts anymore.

His other hand moved between them, wrapping around Poe's. He didn't try to urge him on faster and grip him hard. All he wanted was to do this with him and feel Poe release when it finally happened.

Though, he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. His orgasm was right there yet felt so far away at the same time. "I want you," he whimpered, begged, lips brushing against Poe's skin. "Please, please-"