Poe moaned, fingernails pulling a little at Finn's scalp though he was careful not to force Finn's head anywhere. No matter how deep the desire to do so ran.

"Fuck--" He breathed, trying not to roll his hips. It was embarrassing, how turned on he was. All he had to do was look at Finn and he could feel the need for release starting to boil inside him. He bit the inside of his cheek, and started stroking Finn's head instead, to try to distract himself. Just for a few minutes.

Or a few seconds, at least.

"You're gorgeous," He mumbled. "You're so beautiful, Finn..."