They didn't really do this either. Finn took a sharp inhale, his eyes falling shut, too.

Maybe there were ulterior motives at play here, but this still felt different. This was still something he wanted, what they both wanted. If this was all he could get, it was enough. More than he could ask for.

So he let himself moan into the kiss and press back into him, his hand finding Poe's neck. Second thoughts about what they were would prevail later, especially since it was always sex with them. But he could enjoy this just like he enjoyed the closet. He could have something.