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Under normal circumstances, the lack of toxins in the air would have been an overwhelming relief. However, Finn was far too distracted with- with-

Poe doing that with his flight suit was always enough to make Finn pause for half a second. Today, it made his heart slam against his chest. Instead of being upset he removed more clothing, Finn found himself waiting with bated breath to see what Poe would take off next. But now he could see the full line of his throat, the cut of his shoulders, his bare arms. The instinct to reach for him was hard to drive down.

But what alarm was left in Finn brought him up short when Poe braced against the doorway. "Hey, you-" Touch was an everyday occurence between them, but his hand on Poe's shoulder now felt like a livewire. He should... probably let go and move away but- well-... His hand moved lower down the arm, seeking bare skin, forgetting for a moment that he'd been worried at all.

His heart leapt into his throat, chest tightening, fluttering, and Poe finally clued into the fact that something Very Weird was going on. He forced himself to swallow it down, try to get his pulse rate to lower, but every time he tried to think about what was happening, his mind would wander off.

Finn's hand felt like a brand on his skin.

He was in trouble.

"Finn--" His voice was lower, huskier, but he couldn't help it. "I think we -- we need to go back, something's not--" But he cut off, because he'd forced himself to turn around and he caught full view of the man standing before him, and it took his breath away. Finn had always been beautiful. Always. From the very first second he'd taken off that stormtrooper helmet. But Poe was usually pretty good about keeping his mind on the mission, and not on the fullness of Finn's lips or the slight glisten of moisture--

He was moving before he even realised what he was doing, surging forward to take a hard, desperate kiss from those perfect lips.

Poe felt it, too? It wasn't just him? There was a mere second of rational thought taking control - planning out contacting BB-8 and getting each other back to the ship - but the mindset vanished just as quickly. Poe's eyes were deep, endless, and he didn't mind getting lost in them. He had probably even been leaning forwards but now he didn't know or care.

The breath was knocked from his lungs, feet stumbling back to withstand the impact. With hands gripping at Poe's clothes, pressing into the other's back, pushing him as close against his body as possible, Finn used the momentum to turn and push Poe against the wall. It was either that or fall, really. Not that falling was a worry in his head right now.

He kissed back hard, flat against him, cock throbbing, mind lit with nothing but Poe Dameron.

Poe grunted as he was pinned, but barely missed a beat, one arm sliding up over Finn's shoulder and wrapping around him to drag him closer, pressing his heated body right up against him. The state of his arousal became very obvious very quickly, and he couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips in against the hardness he could feel at Finn's groin.

His brain tried to interject - tried to interrupt - but all it managed was to get out a feeble: "Finn--" before deepening the kiss with a burning hunger, thrusting his tongue deep.

He wanted to say that he couldn't help it - he wanted to say that they should call BB-8 - but instead his free hand was pulling open Finn's jacket. He needed to feel skin and he needed it now.

Finn groaned against Poe's tongue, the moment physically overwhelming. There was a piece of him, the part yelling about the novelty of this finally happening, that was attempting to raise a red flag. And he could see the flag clear as anything but continued to bat it down over and over. If ignoring his instincts for once meant this, then there was no contest.

It wasn't like Poe was giving him a lot of time to think about it, anyway. Finn might as well have been thrusting into Poe's hips for all of the excitement thrumming through him. He sucked on Poe's tongue and quickly did away with the jacket the other man was pawing at. His hands just as quickly pulled Poe's shirt up and tried to push the flight suit down, not sure how that worked and not caring anymore.

All he wanted was to feel Poe against him. And maybe hear his name like that a few more times. He would have spoken if he wasn't so concerned with the kiss and a total disregard for oxygen.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Poe knew they had a mission to complete. That this was distracting at best and worrying at worst. But that part of his mind was barely functioning and was quickly ignored in the face of how fucking perfect this felt. He squirmed to loosen the tied off flight suit at his hips, shimmying slightly to force it to slide down his thighs. It wasn't an easy maneuver, considering that Poe refused to break the kiss.

Finn's jacket was discarded, and Poe was already pulling his shirt up, spreading a warm palm over heatsed skin.

He hissed at the unexpected contact on his stomach and chest, finally letting go of the kiss to gulp down more of the sweet air.

This wasn't right, a small part of him thought as he started nipping at Poe's jaw. They were on a mission. Neither he or Poe ever got this... distracted on a mission. It wasn't right for either of them. And this- this- They weren't like this. With each other. Finn has thought about it, dreamed, wanted, but never- The air wasn't right here.

But Poe's skin tasted just as sweet against his tongue as he kissed and groaned his way down the other's neck, getting his knee between Poe's legs so he could feel him. His hands roamed across Poe's stomach, down to his hips, searching for skin and holding tight.

Poe let out a choked moan, rolling his hips to grind his cock against the firm curve of Finn's thigh, with absolutely no self conciousness. His back arched, chin tilting up to bare his neck as his fingers fumbled for Finn's fly. He needed this, his body told him, clear as day. He needed this, he needed Finn, nothing else mattered--

Except it did. The mission. The supplies. He tried to force his thoughts toward them and couldn't. "The supplies--" he started, trying to fight it, but it broke off in a shuddering pant as he heel of his palm brushed against the firm length of Finn's trapped cock.

"Force, Finn--"

The supplies could wait. They'd been drifting through space for decades. What was a few more minutes? Or, well, they were alone out here. Why just a few minutes? Why- His breath stuttered at the hand on his cock.

"Poe." He ground against the hand, his own continuing the search until his fingers caught the shaft of Poe's, wanting him to feel good, wanting to feel him.

But those damn red flags were in his face again. Poe knew this wasn't like them, he knew this was odd. There was something wrong here. But Poe's hand was- Dammit! "I want you. I want-" Maybe he could get across how badly he needed Poe now and worry about the weird stuff later? He growled, sucking on his throat, trying to ignore all of those damn flags.

"I know," Poe said, the words rough and low and broken with a moan as he pressed himself harder against Finn's hand, as his own pushed under fabric to fully grasp the hard heat.

"I know, me too -- me too, Finn, so badly--" He was pushing the fabric of Finn's clothes roughly down, his other hand pulling free Finn's cock to stroke it with something near to desperation. "I've wanted you--" but he cut off as his his body shuddered with need.

He was too distracted to see the slow, deliberate movement of something across the room. Bioluminescent vines carefully snaking their way across the floor towards them.

He was so lost he probably wouldn't be able to care even if he saw them.

The words just made him buck against Poe's hand, a whine escaping his throat from needing more now. Poe wants. Poe's wanted. "I need you," he tried to say before taking his lips again. Right now, Finn's biggest decision was to either keep kissing him or let him keep talking. It was ridiculously hard to choose, especially since his brain wasn't working.

But it was working enough to wrap his hand around Poe's cock and jerk, finally getting him free of the clothes. Why were they even wearing so many clothes? His hand had to pull up Poe's shirt again just to feel his chest.

A vine brushed against his leg, and Finn decided to release Poe's lips to take a look. It was just a plant, though, and that was hardly on his radar of concerns at the moment. Yes, it was weird. It was really weird and probably something to be worried about, but his mouth found the hollow of Poe's throat. "Talk to me. Want to hear you. Need you-" He was cut off by a groan as he thrust against Poe's hand, sucking again at his throat to stake another claim.

Poe took the kiss with a desperate hunger, groaning into Finn's mouth as Finn finally, finally stroked him. He was tearing and pulling at clothes wherever he found them, because seriously, they should not be wearing clothes, right now--

He made a frustrated complaint of a noise as Finn pulled his lips away, but wasted no time - falling to his throat instead, kissing and sucking and biting every inch of flesh he could get a hold of. He didn't noticed the vine, even as it brushed past his ankle. He just thought it was some of their discarded clothes. Besides, he'd just been given a mission.

"I need you, Finn," Poe groaned as he found Finn's ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth. He shifted his grip on Finn's cock so that he could wrap his hand around them both, sliding their cocks together with every stroke. "I've needed you from the moment I met you, I've wanted you so badly, I thought I'd never-- you're so damn gorgeous --"

He gasped and panted against Poe's throat, thrusting in time with the strokes. His own hand was still there, refusing to move aside from holding on to Poe's hand instead, making the circuit around them a little firmer. But his own touch hardly mattered what with Poe touching him, Poe's cock pressed against his own. It was maddening, and he could feel himself unraveling rather quickly.

And then there was that wanted word again. Poe's wanted this. He's needed this like Finn's needed this. And gorgeous!? Like, what? "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful. You're gorgeous. You're amazing. I love- I need- Poe." He bit into his neck, thrusting hard, on the edge, a vine moving up his thigh.

"Finn--," Poe gasped as teeth sunk into his neck and he bucked into their hands, stroking a little too fast as he couldn't help but chase that pleasure he could feel mounting. "Finn--" he tried again, something brushing across his knuckles, and though he thought it was just Finn shifting his grip, he looked down.

A vine was winding itself around the base of Finn's cock, around Poe's fingers, and he could see it had travelled up his whole leg. A glance down himself noted that he was rooted to the floor, two thick vines tightening around his ankles, and as he watched them, they forced his legs open a little wider.

He should be freaked out. He shouldn't be upset. But instead he just moaned, his strokes faltering before the vine tightened his grip.

Finn didn't know any of that was going on, not that he would have cared. All he did know was the tight grip and the sound of his name on Poe's lips. With a jerk and a moan loud enough to shake the walls, he came over their hands, clinging to Poe like he was the only thing tethering him in the galaxy.

"Poe-" Poe wanted him. Poe wanted. The thought alone was enough to coast him through the orgasm, thoughts of a 'next time' rattling in his head along with the sudden blank, blissful void.

It was almost enough to tip him over the edge, but he was just a little too distracted. Finn was beautiful, like the, and Poe openly stared at him as he came, pumping their cocks together. He felt the vine slide between his fingers, almost lapping at the cum on his hands. He should care, but he didn't. All he cared about right now was Finn.

He surged forward, kissing him deeply and groaning as he felt another vine grip his cock instead.

He couldn't help himself, letting go of them both so he could raise his hand to his lips, could taste Finn's cum on his fingers, but as he did so the vines took over where he had left off, wrapping securely around them both, and started to pump their cocks despite how tender and sensitive Finn must have been. "You're amazing-- you're so amazing, Finn, I want you so much---"

Finn gasped against his mouth, being driven mad by Poe lapping up his cum (his!) and the strokes not stopping on his cock. He probably should have noticed that Poe had no hands free, that there was something else going on, but the tunnel vision wouldn't let go.

"You have me." His voice was shaking, emotional, overstimulated, losing his mind. Hell, he's not even sure Poe spoke at all. "Have me. Take me." Finn took him back into another deep but much clumsier kiss, tasting himself against Poe's tongue. He was panting without letting him go completely and everything was just very muddled right now. Distantly, he did know that Poe hadn't gone off yet, so he pushed his hips against him, groaning.

He couldn't take it, the permission - request - demand - completely taking him over. He needed Finn, needed to be in him, right now, right this second --

He twisted them both around, shoving Finn up against the wall harder than he meant to, not even noticing how the vines were twisting and tangling around them. How one had snaked fully around his cock like a sheath and was driving him mad as he kiss Finn hard enough to bruise.

"Finn--" he panted, hooking his arm under one of the man's thighs and dragging it up against his side. "I'm going to - I need you--"

Images of what Poe could do right now flooded his mind. Might do. Certainly seemed to want to do. The roughhousing alone was hot, something he made known by moaning into the kiss.

He wanted to hop up and wrap around Poe like this vine - which was odd but even post-orgasm, his thoughts were still addled by lust - and instead wrapped his leg as tight around Poe as he could, heel probably bruising against his thigh. A hand found Poe's hair, getting lost in his soft curls, as his hips moved forward again. "Please, please, Poe, yes-" He's not totally sure what he's begging for but, fuck, he wants it so bad.

But the vines did provide some support, also seeming eager with the suggestion, trying to branch away from Finn's cock and find more skin. Before he knew it, he was getting the other leg around Poe's calf.

Poe knew, distantly, that he was not himself. That if he was, he would take this so much slower, tell Finn exactlu how much he meant to him, kiss him deeply and passionately as he carefully and deliberately worked him open. He'd had vague lame dreams about taking Finn somewhere far away, just for a night, away from all the women who seemed to hang on to his every word and confess his feelings--

But that wasn't this.

This was him getting ready to fuck Finn raw and hard - harder than he'd ever fucked anything. To claim him, utterly and completely, over and over as many times as were necessary until Finn's body could only be satisfied by him--

It was terrifying and absolutely unavoidable, gripping Finn close, sliding his cock back and forth against the cleft of his ass, the vines like ribs around him. It was teasing, and he managed to give himself enough forethought to slide his fingers against Finn's lips.

"Suck on them, show me-- show me that you want this as badly as I do--"

Oh, he wanted it. To hell with slow caution or doing this remotely within the realm of sense. He wanted Poe in him now, cock already hard and heavy again, wanting him so bad and not entirely understanding why Poe wasn't getting on with it.

With a grunt and help from the vines, Finn got his legs around Poe's waist, pushing his hips against his. As far as the fingers went, he didn't hesitate with the order. Finn managed to get three inside his mouth, tongue laving over and around them, getting them as wet as he possibly could. Sucking hard, he moaned into the work. His hands, one still in Poe's hair, gripped and clawed, needing so much more.

He almost came - the eroticism of Finn sucking his fingers almost sending him right over the edge, but the vine wrapped around his cock cinched sharply at the base and stopped his orgasm in its tracks. It almost drove him mad, and it certainly removed all last scraps of rational thought.

He pulled his fingers from Finn's mouth and grabbed his cock, feeling the vine around it making it almost half again it's normal girth. It should have bothered him, but it didn't. Instead he just ran his slick fingers over both, smearing the pre-cum with it, and then finally positioned himself to press the blunt head of his cock against Finn's entrance - which he watched as a tendril of a vine dipped in, then another, pulling it open for him--

"Oh fuck-- Finn--" He moaned as he pressed his cock along side those vines and started pushing both himself and the vine wrapped around him steadily and deliberately into Finn's perfect, waiting body.

His mouth hung open in a silent moan, the feeling of being penetrated, of being filled bringing him to a pause. Though his orgasm had loosened everything up and the vines seemed to have some of their own slick and ease about them, it did hurt.

But a part of him was almost certain that it should hurt more because it also felt incredible. He never wanted Poe to stop, wanted to be filled to completetion and further, wanted Poe to cum inside him for as long and as much as it took to never feel empty again.

"I need-" But from the sudden pressure and pain and adjustments, he also wasn't breathing. After breathing into his chest a couple of steady times, he tried to not go completely insane. It felt like paint dried faster than Poe was moving right now. "More. Please. Fuck me. Please. Poe, I need- I need you." His hips finally moved of their own accord after having been frozen there for a moment. "Hard, fast, please, please, Poe."

It was absolutely impossible to have any sense of self control with Finn begging him like that. He tried. He really did. He tried to take it easy but as soon as Finn started speaking, Poe lost all will he had to deny him.

"Finn," He panted, half a moan, as he thrust significantly harder into his perfect body. Poe shuddered, the urge to cum almost immediate, but something at the base of his cock tightened again and kept him just on the edge.

His fingers dug sharply into Finn's thighs and his head fell to press into the man's shoulder as he started thrusting up into him - each thrust as deep as he could manage, his whole body trembling with the effort. "Oh, fuck, Finn, you feel so good- Oh, fuck--"

Hard, Finn said. Fast. And Poe was helpless against it, his hips snapping forward to give Finn exactly what he asked for.

It was a miracle they weren't falling over themselves. The thought actually managed to enter his mind as Finn arched off the wall again, trying to meet Poe's thrusts into him, but the vines held them both tight, wrapping them together until he wasn't sure where he ended and Poe began. Didn't care, either. They felt like one person almost, and he was more than okay with that.

The vines made the glide too easy but they weren't good enough to make it not feel as raw and rough as it most definitely was. He could feel everything, every inch of Poe inside of him, every move of his hips and catch of his breath. He felt so good, so deep, and Finn might have just gotten over his own orgasm but was still harder than he'd ever been in his life.

This was definitely going to kill him. Again, totally okay with that.

"Poe-," Finn whined, on the verge of saying something nonsensical, when his whole body jolted and a cry replaced his words. Something - Poe or the vines or something - brushed against that bundle of nerves, pounding again and again until his vision was gone and lungs were solid. "Poe, yes, yes! Please, more! Poe, you're amazing, you're incredible, you're beautiful, you're beautiful-" And he just wanted to cum again so badly but for this to never end at the same time, hands gripping into his lover's hair and neck. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop--"

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