“Trust me it already felt awkward,” Poe teased him. But he couldn’t blame him. There was a reason he hadn’t blurted it to Finn when they were about to be executed, and had asked him instead. What was the point burdening Finn with his feelings right before they died?

He settled above him, pressing his body down against Finn’s as he leaned down to take a long, slow, indulgent kiss.

“... think I probably could still find a few more,” he murmured.