Poe is far too amused for his own good. Aroused, yes, obviously. Fond - yes, and that part he wasn't going to dissect, right now. But the amusement was what kept him grinning, kept his chest warm. Burned under the fondness.

Because in the end he simply enjoyed Finn's company. Whether that was in a TIE fighter being shot at by the First Order, or - whimpering softly because Poe had finally managed to drag his pants down to his knees. It was cute, alright? He couldn't help it.

Nor could he help being a little bit bolder, his finger tips 'accidentally' brushing up the inside of Finn's thigh before he pressed his palm to the hard outline marking Finn's underwear.