"Why, is there something you want?" Poe teased, absolutely unable to help himself. A slow, deliberate massage with his palm as his fingers circled closer and closer. He tilted his arm so that his wrist pressed up against Finn's length, rubbing against it with a slow deliberation, his fingers teasing ever so gently at the little ring of muscle they'd been seeking.

"Go on," He whispered quietly, only barely audible over the sound of the water falling against them. "Tell me what you want, Finn."