"Yeah," Poe breathed, his voice tight. He shifted his body a little so that he could thread his thigh between Finn's legs and get them as close as possible while still able to stroke each other. He wiggled until he could get on his side, laying on the bed and facing Finn, leaning forward to press their foreheads together.

"Really good," he whispered quietly, though something quite apart from the sexual urgency was starting to bloom in his chest - a warmth and a longing that he'd felt the tendrils of for months but was now hitting full force.

He pressed a clumsy kiss to Finn's lips as his strokes got a little faster. "Really good, Finn..."