His breathing was labored again, chest rising and falling with every kiss Poe saw fit to give him. He arched again, stretching beneath him, his legs falling open on instinct.

There wasn't much else he could do like this except enjoy how Poe made him feel, moaning quietly every time his lips found something sensitive. Finn's hands, though, were still beneath Poe's shirt, running along his back and ribs, seeking more.