The words just made him buck against Poe's hand, a whine escaping his throat from needing more now. Poe wants. Poe's wanted. "I need you," he tried to say before taking his lips again. Right now, Finn's biggest decision was to either keep kissing him or let him keep talking. It was ridiculously hard to choose, especially since his brain wasn't working.

But it was working enough to wrap his hand around Poe's cock and jerk, finally getting him free of the clothes. Why were they even wearing so many clothes? His hand had to pull up Poe's shirt again just to feel his chest.

A vine brushed against his leg, and Finn decided to release Poe's lips to take a look. It was just a plant, though, and that was hardly on his radar of concerns at the moment. Yes, it was weird. It was really weird and probably something to be worried about, but his mouth found the hollow of Poe's throat. "Talk to me. Want to hear you. Need you-" He was cut off by a groan as he thrust against Poe's hand, sucking again at his throat to stake another claim.