It was a very rare thing for Poe to get distracted enough by his own pleasure to not immediately want to reciprocate. But there was something a lot more overwhelming about what was being done to him now than there usually was. Why? No idea. But for whatever reason Finn has him completely in his own head, hips rolling to force those fingers deeper.

“Finn—“ She moans, an arm clutching around his shoulders, nails digging into flesh. “There— Right there— oh fuck, I’m—“