A shiver ran up Finn's spine at the feeling of Poe's hands. So gentle and firm, like they knew exactly what they were doing and exactly where to go. He would have liked to pretend that they'd done this before, that he'd always had this, but couldn't come up with enough imagination to do it. Everything felt so new and powerful that it couldn't possibly be anything but.

He returned the kiss, so starved for everything Poe was offering- giving to him, demanding he have. His hand trailed along the edges of the other's shirt, tense and curious to explore more. Forgetting that he wasn't supposed take any leads here, Finn pushed off the doorframe and started maneuvering them towards the bed. Their legs found it with a thump just as his hands felt skin beneath them.