It was all too easy to lead him, his heart thumping as Finn pulled him down. Poe deepened the kiss almost on instinct, leaning into him, letting a hand splay over Finn's chest below him.

A little voice at the back of his mind told him to stop. That if he wanted this moment to stay perfect he needed to pull back, needed to let it stay sweet and romantic and nothing more. But at the same time his stiffening cock was straining against his trousers and that haze of lust was starting to permeate his thoughts again.