Finn freezing entirely, from mouth to hand to every other part, was probably not the outcome Poe was looking for. It was just talk, he knew. Hot bedroom talk that people out in life and not trapped in the Order took for granted. That was it. And the thought he was ruining the entire mood (after Poe had already gotten him off) by reacting to what must be a normal exchange was enough to get him moving again.

First the stroking, even if it wasn't really in a good rhythm for the first few motions. Followed by him letting out a soft, forced laugh at his own awkwardness against Poe's neck.

"Fine. I'll do the work."