With Poe talking like that, it was hard to imagine that he wasn't inside of him right now. The vines certainly made convincing work, wrapping tightly around his cock, ribbing and pulsing in time with Poe's thrusts and moans. Finn moaned into it, thrusting into Poe - into the vines - a little faster than he dared before. He wanted to fuck Poe. He wanted to take him.

"So good. You're so good." In more aspects than just the sex, but he also felt pretty great at the moment. So much so, that Finn was powering through the pain for just one more taste then just one more after that. "Can't get enough of you. I can't-"

The vines or Poe or something jabbed against his sensitive prostate again, dragging a sob out from deep in his throat. His nails dug into Poe's neck again as Finn tried to thrust harder into him. It was so difficult pinned against the wall like this, but he tried. "So tight- You're so warm. I want you so bad. Want you like this forever. I want you." His words weren't really coming out right, but at least he distantly knew it.