It wasn't new to Poe. Doubly, now, as he'd fallen just as hard for Finn back home as he had here. This was his third time, really, though it was hard to count it that way. It felt more like an inevitable continuum. Like they were meant to be here, regardless of any other factors.

And Force, but Poe wanted to be there.

He rested a hand on Finn's chest, his body lined up solidly against the other man, his weight leaning on him. He could feel Finn's heart beating even through fabric, his finger tips tingling with it. Just as fast as his own. He smiled despite himself and tilted his head when he broke off the kiss, pressing warm lips to Finn's jaw and then his throat, letting them part so he could taste skin.

He really should slow down. But he wasn't doing much to stop.