Finn made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it into regions unknown. His hands quickly found a home on Poe's ribs again, lips leaving open kisses on his shoulder as a moan tore pulled itself out of him. Then there were his hips, rolling to meet Poe's at least halfway.

He was getting drunk on it, every touch something so new and aching. "Poe-" Finn mumbled his name again, taking him into another deep kiss, torn between having too much and nothing at all to say.

He would be so scared later. Scared for Poe. Scared for them. But that was later and couldn't further from his mind right now.