His hands had already been moving to tug at the tangled sheets around his his - flashes of fantasy of him putting them in a pile and burning the whole lot of them outside - but then Finn's eyes raised and met his, and for a half a breath Poe swore he felt his heart stop.

Mine.

The bite was hard and sharp, the flare of pain in its wake instant, his whole body tightening in on itself - or as well it could, trapped in those sheets. It wasn't just pain, however.

The meaning took.

The meaning took with such a force that all the blood in his body immediately rushed straight to his groin. He was pretty sure something so painful was not supposed to feel that good, but fuck. It did. It was claiming and perfect and everything he wanted.

He hadn't even noticed how loudly he'd groaned when it had happened - probably would have tried to quiet himself if he had - but he couldn't care at all - surging upwards as soon as Finn was done to take him in an almost painfully hard kiss.