Poe groaned, the sound pulled from his lips almost against his will as he found himself pressed hot and tight against Finn's body. He had been trying to ignore the way his cock had been throbbing for attention, but that was now pretty impossible, given the current amount of pressure and friction.

His head dipped, pressing into the hollow between Finn's neck and shoulder, his thighs moving as he rolls his hips to press down against Finn. Well, down was the wrong word. He couldn't actually lift off him, the way Finn's ankles were hooked around his knees, so he just moved against him, grinding almost helpless. It was far from finesse but he couldn't give a damn. It felt way too good.

"Fuck, Finn--" he groaned, the curse rumbled into Finn's collarbone where his lips happened to be.