The thump broke his reverie and Poe pulled back, dark eyes fluttering open to actually look at what he was doing, a warm flush running through him. The muscles under Finn's fingers jumped like they were shocked when he touched them, tensing and releasing in an instant, Poe's heart jumping with them. He let out a long, shakey breath and leaned in again - taking a much slower kiss, this time, as he gently moved to push the rest of the fabric from Finn's chest. He ducked his head, mouth finding the scar on Finn's shoulder, pressing a kiss to it as his fingers dug into belt loops.

It was impossible now to think of Finn as the same - impossible to miss the hesitant touch. But with every second that passed, it mattered less and less. He wanted this Finn. He wanted to show him everything that he'd missed.

Wanted to give him more, if he could.