He whined when Poe took his hand away and sighed when he came back. A steady stream of pleasure, of usefulness- Yes, that's what he needed. And now he had his fist around Poe's cock, trying to move in the same rhythm Poe had built.

He was still very aware of everything, though, not drowning yet but at least he could feel it now. Their next step, what Poe wanted him to do, would get him there fast. After all, it worked last time in practically an instant. This time would be... better. It would be better, he could tell. Knowing that Poe wanted something done to him that Finn could provide already made it better, rather than last time when he was just apparently humoring him.

"I want it," he gasped, repeating himself. He gulped, his Adam's apple brushing over Poe's hand and making his cock twitch. Lightly, he pushed against all of the pressure Poe had on his body, just to see what he'd do, if anything. "Please, Poe. I can do it. I'll make it good. I want it."

This type of begging was different, he told himself. It was different... somehow.