"Pretty sure that one's you having me, man."

It's too close, the hazy after glow too present, for Finn to process that comment on any deeper lever. To do much more than just relax back into the bed and let Poe wander and nip wherever he liked while the fingers of one of Finn's hands traced lazily around his shoulders and neck. If they spent a little more time coming back to that damn bite mark than any other area of skin, so be it.