Finn scrambled at the bed, unable to fall over the edge he was just skimming. He needed to go over it, needed it more than air.

He registered Poe's tone before his words. He was angry again. This was his punishment for before. Finn cried out, pushing himself back on to Poe's fingers. His need mixed with fear and excitement. He dreaded what Poe was going to do to him. He couldn't wait to find out.

Belatedly, he understood the commands and had no idea how to follow them, how to voice exactly what he was feeling. "Please, please, Poe- I need it, I need you, please, I need it- I'm sorry, Poe, please, please- I need you-" He didn't want to beg, didn't want any of this. But his back arched, trying to fuck himself on the fingers. "Please, please, please-"