Those words were getting dangerously close to sincere. He would have been torn between melting right there or changing the subject, but Poe was already issuing an order, so he needn't worry. It was all part of the fantasy. One that was going to stick close to Finn's ribs for a while after this, one he really needed to shake.

He pushed his hand into his pants and pulled out his own cock. It wasn't exactly soft, knowing what they were about to get up to, but his worries weren't doing him any favors. He still stroked it slowly, anyway, humming to himself as he kissed along Poe's throat.

"I'd like that," he let himself repeat. "I want it."