[ He doesn't think he's ever made it a secret, the fact that this is all so new for him — and that includes any sense of physical intimacy. Even if he'd never shied away from giving Poe hugs, or clasping Rey's hand in his own, it doesn't change the fact that he hadn't had a chance to grow up in a place where any of that was even encouraged, let alone welcomed. The thought of doing more — it's not like he doesn't have curiosity about it, and he definitely isn't lacking in interest, and all of that likely flares across the bond the longer they touch, which seems to be happening more and more without interruption now.

And Finn's not going to want to stop, either, the first lingering kiss between them alighting his senses in the way where he's realizing he's hungry for more, especially when Poe's tongue gently urges against his mouth and makes a corresponding tendril of heat coil at the base of his spine. ]

You mean just... with the kissing. [ As a place to start, that is, and he still can't really get over the fact that Poe's smiling like that, warm and gentle, at him, so close that he can see every angle of features that he's never really gotten to study like this before.

He doesn't fight it, when Poe collects his hand and leads it for that press, and he instinctively spreads his fingers, nudging his palm directly against Poe's chest, feeling the steady thrum of a heart beating underneath. ] I keep waiting for this to feel strange. Like... we've been friends for so long. Shouldn't it be strange?