He gasped when Poe first touched him again, bodily flinching but not moving away. He was so sensitive and just didn't want Poe to be down there, especially right now. One of his hands gripped at the sheets, giving another low whine.

Poe's words helped ease his nerves. This still felt like an invasion, but what had Poe not seen of him by now? He'd just finished fucking the place he was now prodding at. This time, though, he wanted to help. Actually, he wanted to help the entire time. It had only ever been about making Finn feel good, right?

Before he could question it further, Poe was kissing him, licking. He could feel another intrusion that he wasn't prepared for but it felt surprisingly good, not realizing how empty he felt until just that moment. Finn squirmed, considering moving away, but the gentle attention was amazing. Instead, he moaned with it, his head falling back, relaxing and tensing all at once.