Poe's voice sounded like a soothing white noise rather than a language right now, the meaning coming across belatedly. Finn was far too distracted with every move the man on top of him made.

His breathing was labored, heart pounding harder as Poe's hand moved lower. Then his back was arching again with another moan, hips brushing against him for any friction at all.

They needed to slow up, cool off. As badly as Finn wanted him, he didn't want to screw things up by moving too fast. Did that even apply to this situation, though, as unique as this was? All he could think about was keeping Poe next to him like this for good, not having a one-off. No matter how good it was, it wouldn't be worth it if they just crashed and burned.

"You sure?" he asked, hand gliding across Poe's skin and further up his back. And no, Finn wasn't referring to the island. If Poe wanted this, then it was going to be okay. "I want you. I just... want you." The meaning probably didn't go across as clearly as he would have liked.