Finn couldn't help the laugh. "Creative," was all he said before pulling against Poe's thigh- his waist- moving him where he wanted him to be. Even while shivering against that kiss, Finn still managed to lick a stripe over Poe's hole.

He hadn't done this before, hadn't really known if it was as good as the tall tales made it seem, so Finn was tentative at first to test the waters, staying gentle to see what Poe thought first.