He'd never thought he'd enjoy handing off control, not after the Order and the years it took him to get any control over his life. From his sleep schedule to his diet to his hair, everything had been out of his hands. But this was different, a choice and not a demand, letting Poe put him in a vulnerable state out of trust rather than having it forced on him. It made him hard to the point he almost hurt from it. And Poe wasn't letting up.

Finn tipped his head back with a shout as Poe bit him, hips trying to jerk forward and having no space to do it. The game, the game was still happening, but it was a long moment of panting before he could manage a reply.

"I don't...I don't know what you're talking about."