Poe smoked, something far warmer than he had been showcasing before. Warm, content. Validated. He strikes Finn through his orgasm and then eased off, releasing him only after he was sure he’d milked every last drop.

Then he took Finn’s chin, tilted it until Finn was forced to look at him, and then used his own tongue to carefully clean off each of his own fingers and make Finn watch it. Then he smiled again, warm and bright as he leaned in and stole a kiss.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”