According to Finn, this was romantic. This was as romantic as they could get, probably, especially since they weren't actually together. But like this Finn could do more than just pretend. He could almost fool himself.

His back pressed into the ground, and Finn rolled his hips up to Poe's. This was slow and almost natural, just lazy and pleasant. He let one hand explore under Poe's shirt, enjoying this pace that he thought Poe was setting.