Finn, absently, couldn't help but wonder if this was working? Was Poe able to overcome distraction? Were the chips still floating around?

But he felt a hand on his neck and was pulled further into the kiss, so all thoughts about their goal left him, too. He moaned into it instead and began to kiss Poe exactly how he wanted.

It was his only chance, and he could work to steel his heart later when they joked about this. For now, he was pretending that Poe was his, that Poe wanted this as much as Finn did. It was almost nothing to press their bodies together, too. Nothing to drown in this feeling he wasn't even sure was real.