Poe knew, distantly, that he was not himself. That if he was, he would take this so much slower, tell Finn exactlu how much he meant to him, kiss him deeply and passionately as he carefully and deliberately worked him open. He'd had vague lame dreams about taking Finn somewhere far away, just for a night, away from all the women who seemed to hang on to his every word and confess his feelings--

But that wasn't this.

This was him getting ready to fuck Finn raw and hard - harder than he'd ever fucked anything. To claim him, utterly and completely, over and over as many times as were necessary until Finn's body could only be satisfied by him--

It was terrifying and absolutely unavoidable, gripping Finn close, sliding his cock back and forth against the cleft of his ass, the vines like ribs around him. It was teasing, and he managed to give himself enough forethought to slide his fingers against Finn's lips.

"Suck on them, show me-- show me that you want this as badly as I do--"