Poe paused, something shifting in his expression, though his brows were still knotted.

Finn wanted to touch him. That was good, that he could admit that. That was a start. And kind of a relief, though he didn’t want to admit that to himself. He shifted his weight, but his underwear was too thin not to display the way it twitched as he thought about it.

He doubted Finn would be able to keep that boundary line, and a part of him wanted to warn him. But he ignored it.

“How do you want to touch me?” He asked instead, his voice a little deeper, a little huskier then it had been a minute ago.