Lucky for them both, Poe loved a thrill. And it wasn't like he wasn't at least a little bit used to them -- it wasn't as if Rey and Ben were innocent of things like that either.
Poe liked to think of himself as a generous sort of lover -- he was seasoned and hadn't gotten complaints any time recently -- but he was also a little bit impatient. Tracing skin and kissing was all very romantic and he did like it but he also wanted more. He moved to tug Finn's shirt off, huffing out a laugh into his mouth as he did so, because okay, yeah, they had to untangle just a little to manage it.