"Okay," Finn gasps, and it's not more than a few thrusts later that he crests the edge, coming hard into Poe and then just standing there, supporting himself with his arms as much as his legs. Finally he pulls out, blinks a couple times to bring himself back to the present, and grabs the nearby box of tissues so they can both wipe up.

That's followed by a much more satisfied groan and a collapse onto the bed so he can properly cuddle up. "Damn, Poe," he manages. "That was--real good. Damn."