He kept his hand around Finn's throat but his grip was loose - gentle. Caressing, even. With his free hand he took Finn's wrist and pulled it towards him, pressing it to the heavy bulge in Poe's trousers, still throbbing every few seconds.

"Some of this, for starters," he said, a smirk on his lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss right to the edge of Finn's mouth. "I think you want me to take you - completely - fully - right here, bent over that chair. I think you want to moan my name as I make you come again without even touching your cock, and I think you want to feel me explode deep inside of you."