The sound sent a pulse of hot blood straight to Poe’s groin. The decision was made for him, right in that moment. He wasn’t going to be able to resist it. It was going to happen right here. He was going to make love to Finn right here, on an island, under a huge blue sky and a much smaller blanket.

He groaned, immediately trying to replicate whatever he had done to get Finn to arch like that, his hand sliding lower on the man’s chest, fingertips coming to a stop just before they touched Finn’s belt.

“Yeah,” he whispered, teeth finding Finn’s earlobe and sucking gently. “I like this island too.”