The look in Poe’s eyes was getting darker, his fingers curling to scrape scalp as he wet his lips. Watching Finn.

It was a good start. But it wasn’t enough.

Finn had to know this wasn’t enough.

He didn’t make a sound but his hand moved, rubbing down the back of Finn’s head, caressing his neck... then slowly his grip cemented and he stated pulling Finn in, forcing him to take his cock deeper as he started to roll his hips to thrust into that perfect, needy mouth...