Poe leans back comfortably, but unless Finn pushes him to lay down, he stays half sitting. Leaned back on one hand, he can use his other to stroke FInn's hair aimlessly, slide fingers over his back, though careful of his scar. "Oh yeah," he murmurs, just because he has to say something because hell those are Finn's lips and that's Finn's tongue and this is the wet heat he's been lusting after since nearly the time they met.

He's got enough self control to be polite, because he respects the man; no pushing, no tugging, but he can't help the little twitch of his hips because damn he wants it so bad.

And the humming? Very good. He grins, breathing out a half laugh. "You keep going like that, I ain't gonna last too long."