Finn didn't think Poe was going to do that. He - hopefully, maybe, would like to think - would have said something different if he thought Poe was going to do that.

As it were, his grip just tightened, body arching against the sudden feeling of Poe bearing down on him, so hot, so impossibly tight. He'd never been harder in his life- "Poe-" They should stop. Slow down. He wanted to say as much. Those words, though. They- "You feel so good," he gasped out, breathless. "Stars, Poe, I- I love-" His head fell back against the bed, a chant repeating in his head that he should not say that no matter how stupid he was being right now.

His eyes were shut, and he just tried to breathe.