"I don't want to control you, Finn," Poe said, his voice low and dark as he watched, every stroke to his cock slow and aching. A bead of precum grew at the tip and he spread it lazily with his thumb.

"I don't want to have to. I want you to be mine, and I want you to want me as badly as I want you. I'm not playing you. I am demonstrating."

He tiled his head, breathing out slowly as his cock throbbed in his hand.

"I don't want to control you. I want to own you."