He felt it, before he heard it, before he saw it - that trace of panic that made Finn's heart flutter a little out of rythym, that made his fingers tremble. Poe swallowed, pulling his hand free of Finn's shirt so that he could reach up and touch his face, pulling him back away far enough that he could meet his eyes, even if he couldn't bring himself to push far enough that their hips stopped touching.

"Hey." Quietly. "Hey, I'm right here. It's okay. This is a lot, right? It's a lot." His hands still cupped around Finn's face he leaned in and pressed his forehead to the other man's, murmuring quietly almost against his lips. "I want all those things too. And we've got time."

It would be easier to say that if his hips didn't shift on their own, if he couldn't feel the outline of Finn's hardening cock against his. "You've got me. I'm right here."