Poe reached out, sliding his hand around Finn's neck and gripping it firmly, pushing him back against the wall as he stroked his cock roughly.

"That's just what everyone else has told you, Finn. Everyone else has told you that this is wrong. But how could I be wrong when this feels so good?" His grip tightened, and suddenly Poe wasn't wearing anything either, gripping Finn's cock below him and lining it up.

He let out a breath as he sank down, his body taking the intrusion, far, far too easily. Dreams were dreams. "That's it..."