He'd grown softer as they talked, but Finn's quiet sigh, his hips grinding down - that had Poe back at full mast very quickly.

He didn't seem to be urgently trying to get anywhere, though. Despite the fact that his body was grinding back up against Finn, despite the fact that he could feel that desperate desire curling in his gut, there was another, stronger one.

He just wanted to be here. He just wanted to feel Finn against him. Never wanted to stop kissing him.