Part of him still wanted to shove him. Just throw all his weight very suddenly forward, push Finn right back several feet, grip his shirt and kiss him hard. Part of him wanted to make this a fight.

But the majority of him was still trying to recover from the fact that Finn was kissing him at all, let alone kissing him like this, and he knew he'd have marks on the back of his neck - could almost feel them being dug into his skin, the sharp tug on his hair making him grunt into Finn's mouth.

His body was reacting far faster than his mind, his hands pulling hard at Finn's undershirt, the fabric tearing as he pressed hard into the kiss, trying to force the kiss deeper. Finn's cold hand made the muscles of Poe's torso to spasm under his touch, and he threw whatever remnants there were of the shirt onto the cold steel floor below.