"Tell yourself whatever you need to, Finn," Poe purred, rolling his hips with a soft moan.

With Finn's eyes shut, he couldn't see it, but he could hear it - the gently crackle of a plasma blade being drawn. Not something like a lightsaber, but smaller. The equivalent of a knife, as Poe began to ride him in earnest.

"Think I'll make sure everyone else knows, too."

Then, with the hot tip of the plasma blade, he started to carve his name into Finn's chest.