He was at least going to wait until the shower. That had been the Big Deal's real plan, even as he grinned and was properly impressed with Poe's masterful (slightly suicidal) flying skill. More than just being a continuation of the interrupted events from earlier in the week, Poe could seriously use a shower. Not so much for Finn's comfort, but he knew how unpleasant sitting in a stew of yourself for days on end could be.

So, he'd wait. Food. Shower. Things.

Except he'd forgotten the little detail that four days was not enough time for a bite mark to fully heal. He'd been in the process of kicking his boots off, making himself comfortable, when he'd glanced over at Poe and seen it. Followed by the entire expanse of the rest of his back, which was enjoyable. But secondary to that damn mark.

The plan was being adjusted.

Now free of boots, he swiftly walked up behind Poe to place one hand along the side of the pilot's ribs, applying just enough pressure to stabilize himself as he pressed a harder-than-intended (okay, so it was a constantly evolving plan) kiss to the mark.

"I'll get the shower going."

The second step of the ever shifting plan apparently involved walking to the bathroom as quickly as possible, before he could catch any kind of reaction on Poe's face. Okay.