Poe was taking this further than Finn thought he ever would. But he couldn't start second guessing it all now, not with Poe's hand moving against him, not with them meeting again for another kiss.

His free hand found Poe's back, too, making a fist into his shirt since he was trying so hard to make the kiss stay gentle. His other hand, though, hadn't moved. He reveled against the feeling of rough stubble, Poe's jaw moving against his palm. Intoxicating, just like the rest of him.

"Poe-" The word was practically breathed between them before he was trying to take another desperate kiss. It felt like they wanted the same, and his hands couldn't catch up to the fact that this was pretend, already trying to ruck up his shirt in the search for skin.