Oh, he wanted it. To hell with slow caution or doing this remotely within the realm of sense. He wanted Poe in him now, cock already hard and heavy again, wanting him so bad and not entirely understanding why Poe wasn't getting on with it.

With a grunt and help from the vines, Finn got his legs around Poe's waist, pushing his hips against his. As far as the fingers went, he didn't hesitate with the order. Finn managed to get three inside his mouth, tongue laving over and around them, getting them as wet as he possibly could. Sucking hard, he moaned into the work. His hands, one still in Poe's hair, gripped and clawed, needing so much more.