Finn moaned into the kiss despite himself. He forgot how good this could feel when he wasn't panicking, and all they had done so far is kiss. But panic was just there on the edge of his vision, concerned again by how much Poe wanted.

That wasn't a concern, though, he reminded himself. He was giving Poe permission to do this. More than that-

Finn kissed back, trying to make his mind quiet so he could do this. One hand pressed into Poe's chest, fiddling with the shirt as his fingers tried to find the hem. Once lower, his other hand tugged on Poe's waistband, already working to get his pants open. If he was forward enough, wanted enough, then they could do this his way.