Finn fell back on to the bed, still clothed and unsure of himself. For a split-second, he considered just not responding and letting this happen again. But it was the again part that was tripping him up. He didn't want this, obviously, but he could hardly understand why.

It took him a pause to try speaking again. "We- We talk about-" But that was as far as he could get. They had talked about it, set boundaries, and Poe was steamrolling right over the whole thing.

Finn already knew he was going to let him. It hadn't even happened yet and it was all his fault.