When Finn awoke, it was to a sudden weight on his chest as Poe straddled him and sat on him, having snuck up in deadly silence. He was already snapping Finn’s wrists into binders and snapping them to the head of the bunk, shoving a shirt of Poe’s into Finn’s mouth.

“We could have done this the easy way,” Poe growled from above him. “But then I started thinking about what you said earlier - about being controlled - and I realised, you need a much firmer hand, don’t you? You can’t choose this. Because if you did, you’d be betraying yourself. Your freedom. So I’m taking it from you, and by the end of this, you’ll be begging for me to claim you. To own you.”

He rolled his hips, grinding hard against Finn’s crotch.

“I’m going to make yoy scream my name over and over...”