He gasped and panted against Poe's throat, thrusting in time with the strokes. His own hand was still there, refusing to move aside from holding on to Poe's hand instead, making the circuit around them a little firmer. But his own touch hardly mattered what with Poe touching him, Poe's cock pressed against his own. It was maddening, and he could feel himself unraveling rather quickly.

And then there was that wanted word again. Poe's wanted this. He's needed this like Finn's needed this. And gorgeous!? Like, what? "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful. You're gorgeous. You're amazing. I love- I need- Poe." He bit into his neck, thrusting hard, on the edge, a vine moving up his thigh.