It was probably for the best that Poe didn’t fully understand just how much of his emotional state Finn could read, or he’d be embarrassed by the flush of arousal that spread through him as Finn slotted their bodies together.

He groaned, softly, a hand resting on Finn’s hip and holding him there, half wanting to pull him closer so that he could grind up against him and half wanting to keep that last gasp of air between them and keep his dignity. He didn’t know that was already out the window.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathed, the rush of longing flooding him with the words. He didn’t just mean the last two weeks. He meant every day that he had to hold himself at arms length, even if he couldn’t totally remember right now why he’d ever done that.