Poe groaned, face pressing down into Finn's shoulder, lips parted against his skin. Finally.

"Yeah... make sure it's... good and ready," He groaned, half to himself and half to Finn, his fingers growing quite a bit more insistant in their ministrations than they had been a minute ago. He leaned his shoulder in against Finn and with his other hand shut the water off.

"Bed." He didn't care how wet the sheets got.