And of course Poe could do it, zero problem. But there's not room for jealousy or any other semblance of a less than positive emotions. There never was with Poe. Finn just gasped, hands moving to cup the back of Poe's head with an utter lack of the skill and restraint the other man had shown in the shower. His back arched, his fingers tightened and relaxed with no semblance of rhythm in Poe's wet hair. He should probably mention that if they kept at this rate, he wasn't lasting long.

Too bad words were a thing of the past at the moment.