For a long moment Finn is concerned he'd made the wrong move. Harsh breathing in the dark, Poe looming over him and apparently just as uncertain as he'd been in that position. Sure, the pilot had started it. Had kissed him first, had directed him to the bed. But Finn couldn't help the sudden feeling he'd miscalculated somehow, thrown the grenade a second too late and now he was going to end up in the collateral. They'd never talked about it, but maybe Poe had a hot boyfriend waiting for him somewhere, too-

But then he grinned, and Finn started to let out a sharp laugh of self-deprecation that quickly turned into a groan as the kissing was back. Okay. That was the correct amount of pressure. He'd keep that in mind for when he made it back on top.

And there went the last piece of clothing between them. Suddenly Finn didn't have much capacity for plans or laters. Just Hooking his ankles around the back of Poe's knees and pressing up for as much pressure as possible. Poe could have confessed to secretly being a Sith after all and Finn wasn't sure he could bring himself to care until after they were done with the task at hand.