Both hands were instantly in Poe's hair, fighting to get a grip in the soaking wet strands. That was- he was never apologizing for biting too hard again. It was perfect, and it was more a whine of pleasure than moan that actually choked its way out of his throat. All he wanted was to encourage the man, like that, just like that- but not again.
It was a force of will he hadn't been entirely sure he was capable of, but Finn pulled at Poe's hair, trying to get the man to take a step back.
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Both hands were instantly in Poe's hair, fighting to get a grip in the soaking wet strands. That was- he was never apologizing for biting too hard again. It was perfect, and it was more a whine of pleasure than moan that actually choked its way out of his throat. All he wanted was to encourage the man, like that, just like that- but not again.
It was a force of will he hadn't been entirely sure he was capable of, but Finn pulled at Poe's hair, trying to get the man to take a step back.
"Poe."