If they ever managed to get out of this arrangement or decide to make a real relationship out of this, Finn longed for the day he'd get to manhandle Poe around and strip his clothes off himself. As it were, he was always letting Poe take the lead. It was his show, after all, and Finn was far from complaining. It just something to think about from time to time.

But maybe not right now.

He groaned back into the kiss, finding that he had missed this contact between them. He also helped to do away with his clothes, quickly gathering what Poe was getting at. His hips dug hard into the crate, leaning back a little from the force of the kiss, but he pushed back into Poe's body all the same.

Since it had been so long, this was probably going to be exceptionally rough and quick. He was more than prepared for that.