Finn's shirt came off when Poe offered him the moment. That was all he was able to remove, though, not that he much cared for the rest. He just wanted to feel Poe's warmth against his skin like this, feel some of that deep, in-grained pleasure he got from the rare times they just held each other.

It felt a lot less like the dirty, quick sex they usually do, too.

(But it was still sex, the back of his mind would say later. Poe was still paying him for sex and a moment's worth of faux-love. He was no different from the rest, not really.)

But right now, he gasped loudly and clutched at Poe's back, hips rolling forward in an answer. "Please, I want you-" He wasn't even entirely sure what he was asking for. "Poe-"