Everything was a hazy beautiful grey, and it was taking Poe a long time to come down from his orgasm. By the time he opened his eyes - (he hadn't even noticed he'd closed them) - Finn was mouthing at his chest, looking as exhausted as he felt, and Poe was hyper aware of each dying spasm of the man's cock.

He let out a shakey breath, reaching out to brush his fingers through Finn's short cropped hair.

"... Okay, yeah it... Think it's pretty clear... wasn't the plant..."

Not that he'd thought it was before, but. All of that had been incredibly intense, but it wasn't anything like this. He curled up a little bit to press a clumsy kiss to Finn's forehead.

"I love you," he murmured quietly.