His shirt was off before he could think through the command, tossing it to the floor with the belt. They were doing this, then? Now, like this? His fingers trembled for a lot of reasons: worry, desperation, uncertainty.

"I know what it feels like," Finn said back, still defiant in a way. All his life, he'd only ever wanted. It was having things that he was unfamiliar with, which made this a lot more intimidating than it normally would, which was already a lot.

He ground his hips back into Poe's, showing that he knew exactly what he wanted, but it was mostly bravado. That much was clear but the way breath shook out of his lungs and concern still hung in his eyes.