“Sure,” Poe replied distractedly, barely even brushing it against his skin when Finn handed it to him. He was too single-minded, and thus still soaking wet when they made it to his bedroom.

He groaned, softly, as Finn kissed his neck, eyes fluttering closed, and he reached back behind them both to get a handful of Finn’s, well, borrowed ass, and squeeze.

Then he rememebered what he was doing.

“Mirror,” he said again, reluctantly pulling away to go dig in his closet. A few achingly long seconds later, he pulled out the full length mirror, then propped it on the wall nearest the bed. Immediately, he turned back to Finn and threaded his arms around his neck, glancing back at the mirror. Fuck. Yes. This was going to be hot.

“Have I mentioned that you’re a genius lately?”