[ there's an added component to this because it's poe, someone who he cares so intensely about that sometimes he's bowled over just by the strength of his own feelings; he doesn't even like to think about anything happening to him now after what's transpired between them, but he can push that all to the side in favor of this, hot and spontaneous and laden with a bit of quiet dominance on poe's end.

in some ways, it seems like they might have always been working naturally towards this — finn likes taking orders and poe's got plenty of instinct to give them, and really, it's almost like he was waiting for this so he could free himself, that permission. it takes a second, though, and he sets the device down first while also flipping the direction the camera's facing, so that when he finally lifts it again poe can get an image of what he's looking at from his own perspective, the thickness of his cock as he slowly takes himself in hand with a groan that the speakers pick up on. ]

I used to imagine it was your hand on me. [ before poe was here, he means, giving a few more strokes for emphasis. ] Touching me. Taking me in your mouth. Or we'd be doing it together, at the same time, making each other come that way.