He moaned when he felt her body clench around him, the memory of what that feels like slamming into him and making his cock practically weep. But Finn bit his lip and forced his hips to stay still, well aware that anything could set him off like this.

Looking away from Poe, though, was impossible. He watched her come, drinking the scene in, realizing all at once why Poe wanted everything recorder. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he gasped, taking a deep kiss. "Beautiful."