Poe's eyes fluttered closed as he breathed, before he reached out, sliding his hand into Finn's and giving it a warm squeeze.

"Come on," he murmured, and before he could get too carried away in the middle of a gala's washroom, he let Finn out and into the evening air. They got a few looks, but Poe never let go of Finn's hand.

There was a hotel where many people were staying, with the gala. Poe had actually already gotten a room - not because he was planning on taking anyone there, but because he'd been planning on drinking. This was a much, much better use of that, though.

He pulled Finn into the elevator and then up against him, stealing another long, deep kiss.

"You feel so amazing, Finn..."