He should have expected it, really. Should have known. And yet, still, the word caught him by surprise, and he laughed - hard enough to make his ribs ache, held tightly by the bandages - but the laugh doesn't laugh. It's cut off, instantly, as Fin takes him. Poe's fingers dig hard into Finn's shoulders in response, a hissed curse slipping from his lips.

It didn't last long. He'd been on edge for long enough that it took a few strokes, a few swirls of Finn's tongue and he was well and truly done - and utterly exhausted.

"... getting... dangerous with that..." He accused breathlessly.