Poe, in the meantime, was working with the constant mantra of 'slow, slow, slow, slower than you even think you need to be going', which was an extremely difficult mantra to actually keep up. The desperate urge to just give in, to let his body take exactly what it had been craving so long was nearly enough to drive him mad.

But it was Finn. And he wasn't going to hurt him.

(Not unless it was with his teeth.)

"Relax," He whispered, pausing to let Finn's body adjust (and to give himself a few seconds to breathe). The whisper was for them both.