"I know," Poe said, the words rough and low and broken with a moan as he pressed himself harder against Finn's hand, as his own pushed under fabric to fully grasp the hard heat.

"I know, me too -- me too, Finn, so badly--" He was pushing the fabric of Finn's clothes roughly down, his other hand pulling free Finn's cock to stroke it with something near to desperation. "I've wanted you--" but he cut off as his his body shuddered with need.

He was too distracted to see the slow, deliberate movement of something across the room. Bioluminescent vines carefully snaking their way across the floor towards them.

He was so lost he probably wouldn't be able to care even if he saw them.