Finn shivered once he had been pulled away, gulping down gasps of air. Why had Poe pulled him off? He thought he'd been doing good. He whined deep in his chest, already missing Poe's touch.

Before he could pull himself out of it, he was getting a command. It made sense, too. Poe would like it more if they were both naked, just like Finn wanted. Though he didn't care for putting his body on display to Poe after last time, that was part of it, wasn't it? Pushing the boundary but still what they talked about, still what Poe wanted. It was perfect.

He only paused for a fraction of a second to gasp for breath before he pulled the shirt off. The pants were removed soon after, faster than Finn had ever undressed before. His hard cock slapped against his torso, standing proud and leaking on full display, and Finn hated it. He felt ashamed that he was so turned on, scared that Poe was seeing him like this. It just made it worse and better. He loved it.

When his clothes were gone, he just kneeled there and didn't know what to do. Poe had told him to stop. "Please-" he gasped quietly. He just wanted to touch him again, to be touched. He wanted to stay drowning like this as long as possible.