Finn's face flushed again, a little laugh escaping him, but he was momentarily distracted. He could touch now. His hand fell on Poe's ribs then up over his chest. "Only if I'm allowed to say that you're beautiful," he muttered. Like Poe didn't know it, though.

Not really sure about the gorgeous thing, it still gave him enough confidence to give a broad smirk before kissing Poe again. He was trying to do this kind of slow, be a little romantic about it instead of just falling back into their rutting frenzy together. He kind of liked the rutting frenzy, though...

His fingers trailed down to the waistband of Poe's pants, his gaze looking up at him through his lashes.