Finn gave a small scoff at that, but couldn't help grinning back. Poe's small pull back gave him another idea though and, smile increasing slightly, he started with a roll of his hips to bring them back to their original position: Poe pinned under him. There were a few changes this time, of course. Like Finn's maintained pumping of the other man's cock. As well as the fact Poe looked an absolute, stunning mess now. Hair that had just been toweled off enough to start to dry sticking in every direction, Finn's own mess on his stomach and thighs, and, where Finn couldn't help looking at a little longer than needed, the bite and bruises around his neck and shoulders. The sudden certainty that he was going to keep this was a jolt to the system, a whole new thought process making itself known without warning.

His hand slowed slightly as he pushed that thought aside for a later time. For now, it was much better to focus on the task at hand, leaning down to press another kiss to Poe's neck.

"You, uh, had some good...thoughts, there. Earlier. With the pillows."

Vader's ghost, was this really his bedroom talk? Finn frowned slightly and cleared his throat. It was a terrible imitation of the husky tone that came so naturally to Poe, but it was...not as terrible. Maybe. By the tiniest bit.

"But tell me what you'd want."