Finn groaned against Poe's tongue, the moment physically overwhelming. There was a piece of him, the part yelling about the novelty of this finally happening, that was attempting to raise a red flag. And he could see the flag clear as anything but continued to bat it down over and over. If ignoring his instincts for once meant this, then there was no contest.

It wasn't like Poe was giving him a lot of time to think about it, anyway. Finn might as well have been thrusting into Poe's hips for all of the excitement thrumming through him. He sucked on Poe's tongue and quickly did away with the jacket the other man was pawing at. His hands just as quickly pulled Poe's shirt up and tried to push the flight suit down, not sure how that worked and not caring anymore.

All he wanted was to feel Poe against him. And maybe hear his name like that a few more times. He would have spoken if he wasn't so concerned with the kiss and a total disregard for oxygen.