"Gotta keep you on your toes somehow," Poe replied, his voice a little breathier than maybe it should have been, his own pulse racing so fast that he barely even noticed Finn's.

He buried himself in against Finn, despite the sheets (he really hated those sheets), his face pressed fully into Finn's throat, trying to beat down the smile that was so wide it hurt. Trying and failing. "Damn, but I love you, Finn," He said in a rush, as if Finn had broken whatever barrier had been holding it back until now.

He didn't even care, anymore, if he wasn't the only one who was Finn's.