Finn sat down hard, smiling up at Poe with a wicked grin. One hand splayed over his lower back while the other wrapped around the back of his thigh, pulling him closer.

The position left little to the imagination, and Finn made a point to emphasize it by pressing a kiss to Poe's shirt just above his belt buckle. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he started untucking the shirt.

Moving too fast? Definitely. Was he getting any signs to stop? ... Not yet.