He shifted his hips, unwilling to break the kiss but helping as much as he could, while slowly tugging at Finn's clothes, as well.

They would be quite a sight, now, for anyone to walk in on - Poe pushing Finn's pants down to his ankles with his feet, grinding against each other on a board room table in the middle of an apocalypse. But Poe didn't care. He didn't care about anything other than the man pressed against him.

He deepened the kiss, splaying his hands over Finn's back, fingers curling against his spine, slowly moving towards to cup the curves of his ass, and pull him closer against him.