Poe grunted as he was pinned, but barely missed a beat, one arm sliding up over Finn's shoulder and wrapping around him to drag him closer, pressing his heated body right up against him. The state of his arousal became very obvious very quickly, and he couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips in against the hardness he could feel at Finn's groin.

His brain tried to interject - tried to interrupt - but all it managed was to get out a feeble: "Finn--" before deepening the kiss with a burning hunger, thrusting his tongue deep.

He wanted to say that he couldn't help it - he wanted to say that they should call BB-8 - but instead his free hand was pulling open Finn's jacket. He needed to feel skin and he needed it now.