Finn cried out silently, mind completely checking out when Poe pushed into him all at once. His shoulders tensed, arching back like he was debating whether he should crawl away or curl around him. It hurt and it was everything he wanted. Poe felt perfect inside him, already moving sharp and hard and deep.

He could hear a voice - his voice - from far away, moaning and babbling, begging. "Yes, please, Poe, yes-" He was so close to that edge of darkness again, so close, and he wanted to go over it with him. "-come inside me, you promised-"