He was still aching - trapped far more securely by the blankets around his hips than Finn had been by his trousers - and so though he wasn't far behind, he still wasn't over the hill in time to meet Finn there. The second bite nearly did it - Poe letting out a helpless moan as Finn marked him once more - but still he was left bereft.

And then Finn spoke, and a pleasure completely different from the one in his groin spread through his chest - and he would have sworn his skin went hot to the touch.

"Somehow I got that impression," He replied, grinning, but the adoration was so clear and complete on his face that he may as well have lit a beacon, to show how much the words themselves meant to him.