Finn choked and moaned against the force, finally going under. He swallowed as best he could, trying to keep up with Poe's pace and make it as good as possible, trying to ignore his stinging eyes. It was from lack of oxygen, he knew, but it still- He didn't think about it.

All he could think about anymore was chasing pleasure, opening his throat fully for Poe to do as he would. Poe would take care of him, let him breathe between thrusts. He knew he'd be okay. His knees moved further apart, only half for support. His cock was throbbing, but he didn't dare touch himself, not with Poe's promises still fresh in his mind.