He really wasn't in a position to be holding a conversation, but his grip on Poe's thighs tightened enough that there was no doubt there would be bruises after. Five perfect fingerprints on pale (compared to Finn) hips, only matching up to his hands.

His next bob forward went another inch further, Finn's own groan muffled. He knew there was a way to take the man in all the way. He'd seen it. He just...had to figure it out. Hopefully sometime in the next two minutes before he made a fool of himself while trying.