There were a lot of reasons Poe hadn't let this happen, before, and a few very dumb reasons why he thought he could get away with this now without having to actually think about. All of them immediately went flying out the window with those three little words, and his heart clenched almost unbearably in his chest.

Ah, fuck.

Who had he been kidding, that he'd be able to keep himself from this?

"... I want you, too," he murmured, pressing more firmly against him, his eyes falling shut just so he could picture Finn in his usual body, as he let the soap graze against the man's cock again. Then he let his fingers graze instead, the flesh incredibly familiar - he'd been stroking that cock his whole adult life, after all - but also weirdly foreign since he couldn't feel a damn thing. He slowly started stroking him.