Poe tsked loudly, reaching out to tie the loose ends of the shirt around behind Finn’s head so he couldn’t get free of it.

Poe grabbed his chin and pinned him hard down into the mattress as his other hand mad quick work of any remaining fabric Finn was wearing, them he pushed his knees roughly apart. He grabbed a little of cool liquid and then poured it from a height directly onto Finn’s belly, his cock, his waiting ass. It was very cool to the touch and he smirked as he saw muscles twitch.

“It’s your own fault,” he growled. “Saying you knew what it felt like to be controlled — I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else having you, like this. Did they, Finn? Did they drag you into the maintenance closet and fuck you so hard you couldn’t remember how to walk? He cave that now-slick cock a couple hard tugs.