It wasn't the most comfortable position for his wrist, maybe, but Poe could literally not care less, at the moment. Not with his name said with that kind of desperation.

He arched up, catching at Finn's lips with his own as he tried to re-angle his hand, which didn't go quite as smoothly as he hoped, but somehow he managed to find a grip, tightening around Finn's cock, fabric catching in his fingers.

"Yeah?" he asked in a grunt, the most eloquent lover in the universe.