Images of what Poe could do right now flooded his mind. Might do. Certainly seemed to want to do. The roughhousing alone was hot, something he made known by moaning into the kiss.

He wanted to hop up and wrap around Poe like this vine - which was odd but even post-orgasm, his thoughts were still addled by lust - and instead wrapped his leg as tight around Poe as he could, heel probably bruising against his thigh. A hand found Poe's hair, getting lost in his soft curls, as his hips moved forward again. "Please, please, Poe, yes-" He's not totally sure what he's begging for but, fuck, he wants it so bad.

But the vines did provide some support, also seeming eager with the suggestion, trying to branch away from Finn's cock and find more skin. Before he knew it, he was getting the other leg around Poe's calf.