He shook his head vehemently, no. Or he tried to, anyway. It was difficult to do much with Poe pinning him like this. He still tried, though, moving his knees and struggling as much as he could, not making this easy either.

Something else was muffled in the fabric, but even he didn't know if it was a moan of pleasure or not. This was- No matter what insane misconceptions were going through Poe's head, Finn knew deeply that Poe wouldn't hurt him. That didn't change the situation at all, but his cock still filled rapidly.

It was a fantasy and a horror all mixed up in one. He was being pulled in two totally different directions - full-blown panic or unrelenting lust - and didn't know where to go. This was Poe, but- Why wasn't the choice easy? Why was this happening at all?