It was a merciful universe after all, Poe finally giving him some directions other than counting in his own head and running his hands wherever they could find skin while trying not to slip in the shower. Considering his training, all that wasn't exactly enough to distract him from the impatient need. But grabbing the bottle, forcing his hands to not shake as he opened it, making sure he actually made Poe enjoy the help over just madly pawing? That was close to working.

"Sir."

One had slipped between Poe's legs, but Finn was the one that gave a full body shudder at the sensation. Finally.