"Ow-- watch the hips--" Poe said, but he was laughing into Finn's lips. "Do you know how many bruises I have? I don't. I can't count that high."

Which would probably sound more like an actual protest if he wasn't pressing closer, sliding his body up against Finn's, feeling the heat radiating off him. He'd thought that the sexual desire was mostly the vines - not all of it, obviously, since it wasn't like he hadn't stroked himself to thoughts of Finn before - but the wanting to go over and over and over was definitely something he wasn't used to.

How long had they been asleep, anyway?

"Look-" he murmured against Finn's lips. "I need to get us into hyperspace. But if you want to - meet me back at your bunk in - say - five minutes--"