A whine escaped him as Finn held on tight. Every time he rubbed against his prostate, it was a whole new sensation. Like a live wire through his body that made him jolt on nearly every thrust, clenching down on Poe, losing his breath. His cock was trying to get hard again, but it was probably impossible to skip over that edge once more. At the same time, he wasn't sure how much he could take.

For Poe, he could handle anything. He wanted everything. "Yes. Yes."

As his hand roved over the other's back, his fingers brushed against one of the many vines. Not for the first time, a moment of distraction caught him about how strange these circumstances were. He gave another low whine and pressed his face against Poe's neck, feeling conflicted. Poe was here, fucking him, and everything was perfect. But something wasn't right. But who cared? But what was wrong? Nothing could be wrong here. He wanted to stop thinking. "Poe..."