It made the blood pound in Poe’s ears, full of dark victory. He could have spent more time prepping Finn, but neither of them wanted that. Instead he haphazardly poured lube onto his aching cock and then lined himself up against him. With a ragged groan that sounded almost like a growl, he pushed himself deep inside with a single, brutal thrust, and nearly came from that alone.

He swore, head rolling back as he began to move, fucking Finn hard and deep as his strokes on the man’s cock resumed, a desperate feral edge to them. Poe fucked him hard into the bunk, the whole thing creaking under the weight.

“Fuck— Finn— Finn—“