She sharp bite of Finn's nails in his back was all that kept him from nearly passing out - bringing at least a tiny trace of thought back to his brain as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

"Fuck, Finn..." He groaned, his voice a little weaker, but his cock didn't slide out like it should. A vine had wrapped itself around him, keeping him firm even when his body wouldn't, and kept him pinned deep inside the man's body.

"You're incredible-- I don't know why I never -- nghh--" He cut off into a panting groan as the vine on his cock - still buried in Finn - began to pulse and undulate, as if it was stroking him off. "-- Force--"