Despite having honestly believed that Finn had been fucking him, earlier, it still didn't match up to seeing it. Poe moaned, uselessly, his toes curling and his hips trying to meet every thrust.

He didn't know how much later it was when he woke up. Naked, slightly cold, and crumpled up against Finn like they'd collapsed in a pile, he was suddenly much more able to think clearly. He tried to move but his head swam a little and he had to stay still as his blood pressure went back to normal. His heart was racing just from the adrenaline of waking up in such a state, but -

He wasn't actually that worried. A quick glance over Finn told him that the man wasn't too hurt - maybe a few bruises - but he was sleeping peacefully enough, if totally naked. There was no sign of the plant. Had he dreamed it?

He shifted his body and it ached - especially below the belt - and that proved pretty quickly that he definitely hadn't dreamed it. He felt a flush rising to his cheeks but he tried to ignore it as he gently started shaking Finn's shoulder.

"... Hey. Hey, Finn, come on. We probably should get out of here."