Force, was he okay? He could barely tell, saturated by hazy pleasure pushed passed the point of bearing.

"Can't think straight," he mumbled against Finn's cheek trying to catch his mouth. "I want -- I want you forever, Finn, right here like this-- but I-- I know there's something I'm supposed to..." He cut off in a shuddering moan, again, the vines sliding into him relentlessly. "Maybe we could - continue somewhere else--"

But at that thought the vines seemed to react, and pulled Poe forcibly away from Finn. He was braced on all sides, now, legs pulled apart as if presented to the other man, and a thick cloud of pollen was released into the air.

It couldn't let them go. Not yet.