"Yes..." Poe whispered against him, working his cock through every pulse of his orgasm, slowing a little once it was finished but never quite stopping. He eased the pressure on Finn's prostate, as well, pressing a clumsy kiss to his shoulder, tasting blood.

"Fuck, you're beautiful... you're perfect, you come so perfectly, Finn. I want to make you feel that good all the time." He peppered kisses on his shoulder.

"I'm going to make you come again," he promised in a breathless whisper. "It's going to feel more intense, this time, but I promise it'll feel even better. If I remove the gag - are you going to fight me, Finn, or are you just going to let me hear those beautiful moans?"