Finn was hardly the only one tired and sore, but that was partly why Poe felt compelled to continue anyway. As if rebelling against the limits of his own body. Was he probably going to literally pass out on Finn in the next little while? Yes, probably. But at the moment Finn was sucking on his lip and Poe was letting out a low shudder of a moan against his lips.

The slow, aimless grind was perfect - and Poe didn't try to speed it up - though he did slide his tognue against Finn's and deepen the kiss a little more hungrily than he had been. When he was forced to come up for air, he turned his head, pressing warm lips to Finn's jaw.

"I wasn't kidding," he whispered quietly. "Finn, I- almost from the first moment I met you--"