He could definitely focus on making this more official... or at least more enjoyable. A part of him was fretting, second-guessing every movement he made, but the rest of him just kissed Poe's neck again and allowed his hands to explore.

Thanks to his shirt already being a little rucked up, Finn was able to slip his hands to warm skin again. One removed itself to glide over Poe's pants to grip at his hip, shifting to his ass ever so slowly to keep him close. The other stayed against the skin, running over his ribs before squeezing between them and lower, gently searching for buttons and zippers.