Poe groaned, his cock was almost sore with how hard it had been, on and off, for so long. His own hand grasped Finn, taking him in hand and giving him a long, slow stroke. He’d never been good about sitting still and only being on the receiving end. He always got the most pleasure out of seeing his partners pleasured, first.

It occurred to him, suddenly, that maybe she could feel this. There was a time she could. If he made Finn come, would it ripple through Rey even when she couldn’t see them? The idea made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t mention it to Finn. Didn’t want the man to accuse him of trying to make her uncomfortable. But he could barely stop thinking about it. Would it make her heart race? Would she feel compelled to touch herself...?

“I know, I can barely believe it,” he whispered. “I keep thinking it’s a trick, or a dream - that we’ll lay with her and just as we enter her she disappears like sand on the wind.”