He was panting against Poe's lips, the taste of him still on his tongue. Dammit, to hell with his doubts. "I need you," Finn begged quietly, desperate. Even he wasn't sure if he meant the gallant version of Poe he thought existed or so much more of this.

His hands gripped hard at his clothes then beneath his shirt, pulling them closer together and back into the hungry kiss. His hips rolled with every stroke, moaning into Poe's mouth, shocked by how close he was.