Finn paid no heed to the hand on his head. It felt good, if anything. Good to have some sort of reaction out of Poe that was positive, telling him that he was doing good so far.

It spurred him on to take the head in his mouth, pressing his tongue to the slit and hallowing his cheeks. Before he knew it, he was already pushing his way down, small sounds escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.

This was already better. He wasn't nearly as deep into it as he had been before but it was still better than nothing.