Poe did take care of him, but it was only ever right at the edge where it felt like it would be too much - when Finn's lungs started to burn, and Poe would pull himself nearly all the way out.

"Fuck, you're hot," He muttered, his eyes alight with a dark need, give Finn a couple of breaths before thrusting deep back into his throat. "I knew you wanted this. I knew it. Such a fucking-- dirty little slut--" He was muttering it dark and lowly, almost to himself rather than to Finn, the light glinting in his eyes. "How badly do you want me to fuck you, Finn? Moan for me--"