Poe squirms out of his shirt as best he can with Finn pressed up against him, and he can't miss that the man's already getting aroused, which sets him off just as bad. Anticipation works wonders. He arches his back into that touch. "Unh..." Any shyness there was is definitely long since gone, and it's a thousand times hotter for that reason.

His shirt gets dumped on the floor with unseemly haste. He clutches at Finn's shirt with one hand, the other sliding down over his butt to keep him close and damn the man's got a nice ass. "Hell yeah, I'm ready," he says, rather breathlessly. "Let's do this. What do you want?"

Oh. And he needs to be responsible. Ish. "And don't do anything that's going to hurt your back."