His lips were trying to gasp for air in vain when Poe released him and pushed him to the floor, leaving him a little dazed. So much so that he only sort of heard the command but definitely saw the cock in front of his face. Remembering their plan, Finn grabbed at Poe's thighs and quickly got his mouth around the head.

At this point, he couldn't really tell if he was drowning or not. He just wanted to be, if that even made sense. Trying to chase it, he pressed Poe's blunt cock against his gag reflex a couple of times before getting it down his throat. That couldn't last, though, not with him doing it. Instinct made him pull away to breathe. On another level, he wondered if this counted as teasing, if Poe would force him anyway.

When he realized that he wanted to be forced, that this whole thing was about agreeing to be forced, he nearly pulled off completely in a panic. But he stayed calm, knowing that this was... okay in some messed up sense... Maybe he was drowning already.