Poe was all too happy to melt right into it. He slid a leg between Finn's, pressing his thigh against the man's groin, but other than that kept all his attention to Finn's mouth. His hand cupped Finn's jaw as he just indulged in long, leisurely, loving kisses - as if determined to find exactly the right kind of hypnotic movement to lull them both into something like pure pleasure.

He should be exhausted - part of him was - but a large part of him was slowly growing excited, more awake than he had been in days. He wanted to be here so badly that he could barely believe it was real. But it was.

He lost track of how long he indulged in those lips before his blood began to stir again, and he slowly began to roll his thigh against Finn as his tongue delved claiming and deep into their kiss.