In the end, both hands served as ample encouragement. A shiver traced rice up his spine, racing from one hand to the other, and Poe sighed softly against the soft skin of Finn's throat.

"Should have just taken you home," he murmured lowly, his voice taking a husky edge as his hand pressed firmly against Finn's chest. He teased and nipped at Finn's throat, nuzzling in against him, soft curls brushing the side of Finn's face.