Another moan left him, his head tilting up to give Poe more room. There wasn't much he could to reciprocate, but his mind kept coming up with increasingly creative scenarios that he could repay Poe in kind with.

Instead, one hand found its way beneath Poe's shirt, palm pressing against the small of his back. Finn didn't try anything else. All he wanted was to feel warm skin against him right now. His other hand, though, buried deep into Poe's curls, trying to encourage him.