He hissed at the unexpected contact on his stomach and chest, finally letting go of the kiss to gulp down more of the sweet air.

This wasn't right, a small part of him thought as he started nipping at Poe's jaw. They were on a mission. Neither he or Poe ever got this... distracted on a mission. It wasn't right for either of them. And this- this- They weren't like this. With each other. Finn has thought about it, dreamed, wanted, but never- The air wasn't right here.

But Poe's skin tasted just as sweet against his tongue as he kissed and groaned his way down the other's neck, getting his knee between Poe's legs so he could feel him. His hands roamed across Poe's stomach, down to his hips, searching for skin and holding tight.