It was a miracle they weren't falling over themselves. The thought actually managed to enter his mind as Finn arched off the wall again, trying to meet Poe's thrusts into him, but the vines held them both tight, wrapping them together until he wasn't sure where he ended and Poe began. Didn't care, either. They felt like one person almost, and he was more than okay with that.

The vines made the glide too easy but they weren't good enough to make it not feel as raw and rough as it most definitely was. He could feel everything, every inch of Poe inside of him, every move of his hips and catch of his breath. He felt so good, so deep, and Finn might have just gotten over his own orgasm but was still harder than he'd ever been in his life.

This was definitely going to kill him. Again, totally okay with that.

"Poe-," Finn whined, on the verge of saying something nonsensical, when his whole body jolted and a cry replaced his words. Something - Poe or the vines or something - brushed against that bundle of nerves, pounding again and again until his vision was gone and lungs were solid. "Poe, yes, yes! Please, more! Poe, you're amazing, you're incredible, you're beautiful, you're beautiful-" And he just wanted to cum again so badly but for this to never end at the same time, hands gripping into his lover's hair and neck. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop--"