Without much more prompting on either of their parts, Finn took him with a deep groan, pressing in hard and deep on the first thrust. The slide into Poe felt far too good, better than he imagined, and he whined from the feeling.

The thrusting was automatic, instinctual at this point, but he was still far too sensitive and spent for this kind of endurance. The vines still stroked him from inside Poe, still teased him from behind, but just having the other man like this was enough to make him try to keep going.

"I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything," he promised, pressing his lips against Poe's neck in more of a mess than kisses, his tongue tracing a vein and tasting the sweetness on Poe's skin. One hand traveled down to palm his ass and feel himself thrusting into him. "I need you. Fuck, Poe. I'll always need you."