Poe’s eyes were closed tightly, his brow furrowed in an almost pained expression, his lips parted in a breathless moan. He was stroking himself, turning his wrist with a little twist at the top of every stroke, making himself shudder with need.

Fuck, but he wanted Finn. Wanted every atom in the man’s body to belong to him. He wanted to belong to Finn, too, but he didn’t dare let himself think about it. He’d been abandoned once. It wasn’t going to happen again.

The errant thought made him let out a low frustrated sound as he tried to concentrate again. Focus, Poe. Focus on how tight Finn’s body felt around your fingers, how deeply he shuddered...

Poe moaned, again, his head rolling back, his spine arching slightly as he stroked himself furiously.