It wasn't that Poe couldn't take orders. It was that Poe only took orders he agreed with.

And well, in this particular instance, he was absolutely and completely in agreement with that set of orders.

His eyes closed at he took the kiss, neck straining slightly to meet it, all too happy to indulge in it while Finn indulged in - well - apparently stripping him extremely slowly. Which really shouldn't have been as erotic as it was. Probably.

The fact that he didn't move, and even better, didn't say anything when Finn pulled back, was miraculous in itself. But really, he didn't need to. His body could speak for him, at the moment. And it was. Loudly.