Poe certainly wasn't complaining - he was pretty comfortable with his body, but he wasn't infantry, that was very true. And being literally carried to bed - well. Yeah, he was completely okay with the position he was in. Very, very okay. He laughed breathlessly at the 'Sir' - breath leaving him in a rush as he was pressed down into the bed.

His hands immediately went to work, pulling the jacket right off as his neck arched backward, giving Finn as much room as he could possibly need for those lips to work.

He toss the jacket off to the floor.