Poe moaned, slowly and deliberately sliding himself deep into Finn's body and nearly all the way out again, torturously slowly as he wanted to feel every last inch of him. It was a little hard to tell the difference between Finn and the vines - a flash of annoyance at anything or anyone coming between this -- but all thoughts were lost as he felt the blunt end of a thick vine pressing against him. For a second he swore it was Finn's cock, and he moaned again, head ducking against the man's shoulder as his thrusts stilled, forcing himself to relax and let himself take it.

"Oh, Finn--" he moaned, panting, the vine pushing slowly but steadily into him and causing him to thrust forward just as slowly. "Oh, Finn, you feel so fucking good--"