His back hit cold durasteel and Poe felt a shiver run up his spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. His hands wandered down, fingers slowly coming to rest on Finn's hips, but then working a little lower until he was gently cupping the curve of Finn's ass, pulling him in closer.

This wasn't what he'd ever pictured - honestly, he'd been trying hard to stop himself picturing it at all. But regardless, he was struck by just how overwhelming this was, and yet?

And yet, this felt utterly perfect, and he didn't want to stop.

His lips parted, deepening the kiss as he pulled Finn more firmly against him.