He'd almost forgotten entirely what he was here for. I want you, Finn said, and Poe couldn't help but hear it as 'Take me far, far away'. It took several seconds for his brain to grasp what Finn meant, despite the fact that he was already rock hard. Despite the fact that his fly was down and his cock was pressing firmly against Finn's thigh.

That surge of hope had pressed everything else from his mind.

But it didn't take long for that desperate need to be touched flooded back in - sweeter, sharper now with the hope laced through it. He pulled back for only a second, just enough to shed the rest of his clothes quickly and haphazardly. Usually he was pretty efficient, but now he just tore them off in whatever way his hands found them.

He surged back to Finn's lips, taking another deep, claiming kiss as he slotted their bodies together, cocks pressed together and wedged between their bodies as he wrapped his arms tightly around Finn and rolled his hips.