"Just want to be sure." Why wouldn't it be? He can think of any number of reasons, beginning and ending with I don't think of you that way, Finn. Unconsciously mirroring him, Finn licks his own lips and goes in for another kiss, this time running his hands down Poe's bare chest like he'd been thinking about for days now, and it's just as warm and solid as he'd imagined. From there one of his hands reaches up to Poe's tangle of hair and Finn grips it loosely as he kisses deeper. It's such a relief to have it out in the open like this that he already feels giddy.