If it could have been possible to retain that fragment of awareness, Finn destroyed that possibility instantly. How the hell could he even think about wanting anything else? A fierce, bright love bloomed in his chest and clutched at his ribs, and he couldn't help the moan as Finn forced Poe deeper into him, his whole body shuddering.

Any argument he had was lost.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, very very slowly rolling his hips so that he nearly slid all the way out before achingly slowly pushing himself back deep inside Finn's body. He was so sensitive that it almost hurt, but the vines kept him incredibly rigid. "I'm not going anywhere, Finn, I love you so much-- I want you so much--" at the same moment he felt something move against him, felt something smooth and slippery slowly slide into the cleft between his cheeks, and despite the fact that he could clearly see Finn's cock right there in front of him, it still weirdly felt like he was rubbing it down his cleft, teasing him, promising--

"Yes, Finn--" he moaned as he rolled his hips again, each thrust feeling like a century as he began to move once more.