He was trying his hardest to ignore the vines, to let this moment wash over him. Finn's eyes were closed, everything focused on the slide of Poe moving inside of him so sweetly. His breathing was measuring, panting against Poe's shoulder, and he held his lover tight.

Finn opened his eyes at the compliments, though, knowing he didn't feel nearly as good as Poe did right now. "You feel incredible. You're incredible." His voice was just a breath against his ear, babbling away even as his attention was taken by the vines again.

He could see, from this position, what they were doing to Poe. A part of him knew that he should be very concerned about it, but there were two other feelings battling here. For one, he was jealous. Poe was his right now and possession flared through him at these vines trying to vie for Poe's attention. But it was also unspeakably hot and Poe seemed to be loving the feeling. Instead of hating the vines, Finn found himself wanting to be them, wanting to feel Poe the way they were, and the ones roped around his cock was an admittedly good imitation.

His eyes fluttered closed again, hips moving to Poe's rhythm, all too easy to imagine they could be fucking each other at once. "I love you so much, Poe. Love you."