Poe slid his knee under Finn and pulled him up off the bed long enough to slip the pillow under his hips, so that he was angled up better. He didn't break the kiss - he didn't need to. He let his hands take the job of his eyes, for the moment, running over every plane of Finn's body as they worked their way down - giving him an almost lazy, indulgent stroke before continuing south.

The finger slipped in easily, Finn's body still slick from Poe's earlier ministrations.

"So what's my countdown at?" He asked huskily against Finn's lips, shifting himself closer up against him.