He wasn't sure if this counted as a mission failure or spectacular success, or maybe just a complaint about his head giving talents. But he couldn't give a single damn, not with those fingers in action and Poe's mouth so close. He dove back in for another harsh kiss even as his hands scrambled for purchase on the man's wet back and shoulders, relying on that grip to hold him up as his legs went suddenly weak. He'd been kneeling, that was clearly the issue. From kneeling to standing and-

And where did Poe learn to do that with his hand? Finn groaned helplessly, hips jerking at the sensation.

"I- damn- I missed...Too. You too."