"Absolutely nothing," He decided, after Finn had already given his answer to the first part. His eyes flickered to his husband, his grin wide. He knew how Finn liked the slow ramp up. Pleasuring Rey always had the added bonus of arousing Finn, even if Poe somehow managed to resist lavishing attention on his husband during the process, too. He tilted his head to the side, giving her better access, his eyes locked onto the way Finn's lips moved over her breast. He raised a hand, stroking the edge of Finn's jaw, his knuckles brushing the curve of Rey's breast at the same time. His fingers grasped Finn's chin and gently tugged him lower until those full lips finally came in line with those taut, waiting nipples.

His other hand slipped under the hem of her chiton, raising it up her leg and letting his fingers trace the curve of her backside, slowly - every so slowly- dipping between her legs.