He felt incorrigible, in a way. They'd just gotten back from the sexiest and weirdest mission Finn had ever had in his life, had lost count of how many times he came or even who had been fucking who when. And, no, he was totally raring to go again, but he was very enjoying this and saw no reason to slow down. He wanted more. He wanted this quiet tenderness. He wanted to hear Poe pant his name again.

His hand found Poe's hip, holding him firmly enough to push them together enough to feel perfect but not enough to keep him still. He'd never want to do that, honestly. "'M here. I've got you," he muttered beneath his breath, stealing a kiss between his words.