The fact that Finn even said 'next time' was more than enough to make his blood rush straight down to his groin. Not that it wasn't already there, but, well, you get the idea.

"I've been told I have a problem with authority," He admitted, grinning, but the grin faltered as Finn stripped his shirt. He was going to get to that, but - damn. Damn.

He didn't even notice that he let out a low whistle.

"Yeah, I think we can work with that--" He said, groaning as he was pressed back against the bed, chin tilting up as his fingers grasped at Finn's waist and went searching blindly for his fly. "Question - is that a common look, in the First Order? Because I think we need to steal their training regime--"