He'd keep this, too. Poe's expression, a look he'd never seen before. The feel of Poe's hands cupping his face. His, all his, to keep and bring back up whenever he wanted.

Finn pressed forward again, not stopping until Poe's back is flat against the wall once more. It takes some maneuvering, but he gets his lips away from his lips and against Poe's neck. Then, before he can second guess himself, doesn't stop. His mouth follows a similar path to the one his hands had a moment ago. Down his neck then ribs. Finn finally drops to his knees to kiss his stomach and along the curve of one hip.

It's only then he looks back up, unsuccessfully trying to push down his uncertainty. Making sure this was fine in Poe's plan, as well. Which the pilot can hopefully pick up by look alone, because Finn's words are failing him again.

"You...ah...?"