Finn groaned at the sound of the shirt ripping. He didn't notice its absence much, the thing close to useless next to the living furnace he was currently pinning to the door.

The hand on Poe's neck stayed in place, stopping Poe from following him as he pulled back enough to shift kissing to his jaw, along his neck, as the hand under Poe's shirt worked on dragging it even upwards.

"I want..."

He wanted fifty things at once. Poe naked, on the bed, against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. To knock Poe out cold and physically drag him to an escape boat, to defect without the other man's consent. To go back to screaming until they were angry enough Finn could pretend for an hour he wouldn't care Poe was leaving in the morning.

Instead he growled and leaned enough to press a hard kiss to Poe's chest, the shirt awkwardly forced up and away by one hand.