Somewhere in the back of his mind, Poe knew they had a mission to complete. That this was distracting at best and worrying at worst. But that part of his mind was barely functioning and was quickly ignored in the face of how fucking perfect this felt. He squirmed to loosen the tied off flight suit at his hips, shimmying slightly to force it to slide down his thighs. It wasn't an easy maneuver, considering that Poe refused to break the kiss.

Finn's jacket was discarded, and Poe was already pulling his shirt up, spreading a warm palm over heatsed skin.