"It'd be a few thousands steps up from what I've got now," Poe muttered lowly, and then hoped Finn hadn't heard him. Instead, he just started feeling for the fastenings of Finn's clothes, tilting his head to give Finn better access to his neck.

"Well, hey, you could always do something while you wait. Maybe you could just lie in my bed and stroke yourself slowly for a few hours, edging yourself..."