Poe was so sweet. Maybe not as innocent as first perceived but still so sweet and good and wonderful. Finn smiled against his lips, though it turned a little sharper as Poe went on.

"My fantasies?" Plural. More than one. And the thing Poe was doing with his teeth was making them all bubble to the surface at once. "It was slower than this, working you over piece by piece, showing you what you mean to me... But it wasn't always slow." His eyes looked Poe up and down, deciding. "Here, let me-"

He kissed Poe deep again before peppering kisses on his neck and chest before finally, Finn was on his knees. "Picking you up and fucking you against this wall went through my mind once or twice," he admitted, leaving open kisses down Poe's shaft. "But I thought about this a lot more. May I?"