"I know you're not a child," Poe retorted, a real frustration in his voice. Seeing Finn like that-- He groaned and scrubbed at his face and took another step back. "Fuck, but I know, Finn. Trust me. But this isn't--- Not here. I can't."

He was also having a hard time articulating anything in any kind of meaningful or coherent way. He groaned again, but couldn't help himself, stepping forward and reaching out to press himself up against Finn's backside - leaning over to press a rough kiss to the base of his neck, grinding up against him. Still pointedly with his trousers on, which - well. Was probably a very good thing, considering.