Poe was breathing hard, his heart going a million miles a minute, and he tensed at that initial no, his grip getting harder.

He didn’t care, he told himself. It was just a no. It wasn’t the word he’s given Finn.

And even if Finn used that word now, it probably wouldn’t stop him. Not when he knew he was right—

But then Finn started to move under him, almost fucking his hand—

He moaned at the words, grinding hard against Finn’s ass, pure pleasure rippling through him. He surged downward, peppering Finn’s spine with almost vicious kisses as he started to stroke him in earnest, rough and fast and everything that he wanted. He reached out, fumbling with his drawer, and when a finger finally began to push inside Finn it was slick with lube and Poe’s precum. He wasted no time in finding Finn’s prostate, stroking it with a singleminded determination as he pushed a second finger deep alongside the first.

He was careful to keep an eye on how close Finn was to an orgasm. He’d let it happen to early, before.

This time? This time Poe was going to edge him so often that Finn would be a gibbering, begging mess by the end of it.