It was the shiver, more than anything, that spurred him on. He pressed forward, until their bodies were flush, and then he kept pushing Finn backward until he was against the bulkhead. Only then did he break the kiss.

But he didn't back away.

Instead he ducked his head, teeth and lips finding Finn'd throat, sucking and nipping in turn, always a little too hard. Rose hadn't managed this. Rose hadn't gotten to mark Finn, but damn if Poe wasn't going to--