Just when he thought it was going to be far too much, Poe released him. Finn gasped for air but didn't find the need to cough. It hadn't even hurt.

He tried to use the second that he knew was short to center himself. He needed to trust Poe more than this, just let himself go. The hand on his cock, once he finally registered its presence after his panic, was helping. It made all of this feel good in that worst way. But Poe was giving him pleasure. Poe was giving him what he said he wanted.

"Poe-" He needed to find that darkness but he had no idea how. His eyes were shut tight, chest moving rapidly, and mouth open. He just... needed Poe to help him find it.