Wordlessly, Poe shifted his weight, titling his hips to try to close the distance - a silent encouragement that he could not give voice to. That was because his lips were busy- he was leaning in and pressing slow, warm kisses to Finn’s throat as he let the belt slide to the floor.

Carefully, he pushed fabric up Finn’s toned chest, pulling back from his kisses to meet Finn’s eyes, a quiet question as he tugged at the shirt.