He thought he'd been blushing earlier. But with the sudden lack of need of blood in his dick and Poe's...what Poe just did, Finn felt he may actually be in danger of setting the pillow on fire with how hot his cheeks were. He couldn't even start to find the banter to match that, still too busy putting his brains back in order.

But, wait, no. That was an excuse. Even totally focused and rested, he wouldn't know how to respond to that other than whimpering.

Despite his apology, the beads of blood along Poe's shoulder caught his eye, making it so he couldn't help running a thumb over the mark. He'd done that. He'd done it, and it wouldn't be gone by the morning. It was grounding, something to focus on.

"You- we're...not done yet."