He heard his name, and Poe groaned - hearing it like a plea, more than anything else. He hadn't quite got Finn's clothes off, yet, but he was impatient, and so just pushed his hands down Finn's trousers, grinding his palm against the man's cock. He wasn't as hard as he'd been outside, but it was fine - Poe would get him going again. He ducked his head, moving his hand just enough so that he could mouth at Finn's neck, teeth grazing his throat but never biting down.

The pressure of his grip released just enough so that Finn could speak properly.

He wanted to be able to hear that plea, again.