Poe was pretty sure that if anyone happened past the store room right now they would know exactly what was going on and turn the other way, but he couldn't care less. He rode out Finn's orgasm hungrily, swallowing it down with an eagerness that surprised even himself, and then gently easing off as he felt Finn's aftershocks slowly ebbed away.

He stood back upright - pressing a kiss to Finn's bare hip as he passed - and then scrubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand.

He felt weirdly... sated? He thought for sure he would feel overwhelmingly like he need to fuck Finn again, but... Well. He still felt like he needed to fuck Finn again, just not with the same urgency as before.

It could wait. He almost wanted to wait. Even though that waiting would probably only last until after dinner. For the moment, he just stood up, looking down at Finn exhausted and wrecked on the crate below him, and didn't notice that a fond smile had slipped to his lips.

"Okay, that was hot," he said after a couple of seconds, as if to break the tension. "Feel better?"