Finn's hands on Poe's thighs were probably going to leave bruises, too, but he wasn't even paying attention to that.

He was far too busy watching Poe and moaning with every movement he made. It took a moment to get it right, but Finn began to thrust into him in the same rhythm, impossible to breathe.

"You're beautiful," he couldn't help but say. Poe looked to be in pure bliss, and one of Finn's hand pressed into his chest, trying to find his heartbeat. "So beautiful. So- I love you. I love you."