It was...not what he expected. Fingers weren't completely new, but this was a continued stretch that was- it was different. Good, but Finn still had to take a moment to remind himself to breathe. In and out, along with Poe's chest pressed against his. He swore he could almost match their heart beats, but that was too much focus on something other than what the pilot was currently doing.

Poe'd been right. Waiting had been better. But he'd be damned if he'd be saying it. Or, really, damned if he said anything at all for the next good while, a replying moan all he was going to manage as he gave in and lifted his head enough to bite, lightly, at Poe's shoulder.