"Stupid plan, you're right."

Now Poe was half wrapped in them, like a child-made mummy that was going to take work to get him out of. Work Finn just didn't have the patience for. Without breaking the next kiss he pulled the sheets down enough to expose most of Poe's ribs and up, and counted that as a win. If Poe wanted to finish that battle, it was his to take up.

For now, Finn had a different priority. That first night, the words and actions and Poe's sudden retreat hadn't really left his thoughts. For as long as he'd known there were feelings between them, it was only fair he let the other man in on just how long they'd been there on his end. Or that was the rational excuse. The rest was was the pure, driving thrill of having heard Poe acknowledge he was his.

Poe's shoulder may be cleanly exposed, but considering how long it had been and how near frantic with the need Finn was at the moment to do this, he didn't really have time to remember the exact spot. So he approximated, kissing the skin of Poe's shoulder before he glanced up to make eye contact, making sure he had the man's attention.

"Mine."

Then he bit down hard, closing his eyes as he refreshed that long healed mark from their first night.