"Finn, you could say literally anything you wanted to, right now, and I would probably just sigh happily about it. 'Poe Dameron, you're a fucking moron', and I'd still want to kiss you."

Which he did, as soon as Finn leaned back in, but there was something much more purposeful about his kiss, now. When he felt Finn's fingers at his waistband he moaned, hips twitching before he forced them to still.

"Yeah," he encouraged roughly, before reaching out in turn, finding Finn's fly. He unclasped the top button.