"Well that's a dangerous question," Poe replied, the nip on his ear reminding him of the mark in his shoulder, which was very helpful of getting his mind back on track. Mostly.

The problem was, everything that kept coming to mind had since slid from 'too hot to stop' to incredibly sappy. Without him really realizing. So as he shifted, pressing the side of his face against Finn's, breath hot on his ear, he spoke without actually thinking about it.

"You're what I want, Finn." His voice had gone a lot quieter, pulling Finn tight against him with an arm. "Everything else -- it's just extra."