He grunted in pain from the knee in his spine, which hurt a hell of a lot worse than the bite. By the time he regained himself, he was face down on the bed.

There was nothing he could do like this except maybe wiggle his ass around which Poe would probably like. He tried to shift his legs, pressing back against the foot on his neck, anything. He could feel the sting of his wrists, feeling a wetness rub against the raw skin around the binders.

He froze at the intrusion, tensing. So he was right about Poe's intentions, then. Not knowing what to do, Finn took deep, rapid breaths, trying to think. But Poe's fingertip rubbed against something, and Finn's whole body leaped with it, his cock jumping with a renewed surge of precome.

At least now his mind was blank.