Look, he wanted something actually romantic. Plus he - yeah, he was incorrigible.

Poe didn't seem in any mood to rush him, though, his breathing getting a little shallower, a little more ragged as Finn teased at him. Relaxed was one way to put it - horribly abused and bruised was another - but he certainly wouldn't struggle trying to take anything inside himself. He kissed him back, gently, tenderly, then ducked his head to kiss and suck at Finn's throat, still rolling his hips a little to force Finn's fingers to slide against him. Yeah, it was sore, but he couldn't bring himself to care at all. Not when Finn's fingers or lips or mouth were involved.