Finn was, unfortunately, one of the worst liars in the galaxy, but in this particular instance the lie was probably better than the truth. Poe didn't need whatever time was still left on it - he didn't even want whatever time was left on it - he just grabbed another quick kiss before grabbing himself and adjusting the angle - pressing forward until the tip was just in place -

And then pushing.

Not particularly hard, or particularly fast, just with a steady, firm insistence, until muscle gave way and with a sudden slip the head of his cock was enveloped in tight, perfect heat.

He swore, Finn's name somewhere in the midst of the curse.