They had hardly gotten to do much more than this, but Finn could still feel himself close to the edge. He groaned and doubled his efforts.

Where Poe was gentle and soft, Finn was stroking furiously, wanting so much that he could hardly stand it. To hell with going slow. He was going to make sure that if this was their only moment, then it was going to be good.

But slow was good, really good, and was the whole reason he was starting to lose his mind.