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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--"

The tight grip around the base of his cock kept keeping him from cumming, and it was starting to hurt with how badly he needed to. He was so overwhelmed by Finn - by everything - that he couldn't think of anything in the universe except taking the man again and again and again until there was nothing left of either of them.

But the vine seemed to tap into his mind because as Finn started crying out, babbling and gripping, it finally released him - at the exact same time as another fine slipped its way into Poe's body in time, thrusting deep as Poe roared, his orgasm hitting him like an explosion, fucking Finn far harder than he ever would have if he'd had a thought in his head. He almost blacked out with the force of it, and it seemed to last forever as he bucked and thrust deep into Finn's body, his fingers leaving bruises where they gripped his thighs and hips.

The warmth spilling inside of him was one thing. The look on the other's face, quite another. Poe was gone, thrusting so hard into him, and Finn lost it for the second time.

He doubled over, embedding a silent scream in Poe's shoulder as he painted them both again. The vines seemed to be on double duty, wiping it away as fast as it appeared. Other than the laving across their bodies, Finn was none the wiser to anything else happening in the world other than Poe. His orgasm crashed over him in waves, spiking every time Poe pounded into that sweet spot again. The sensitivity and intensity were too perfect of a combination of pain and pleasure. Tears began to come to his eyes, but his nails scraped against Poe's neck and back, wanting it to last as long as it could.

She sharp bite of Finn's nails in his back was all that kept him from nearly passing out - bringing at least a tiny trace of thought back to his brain as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

"Fuck, Finn..." He groaned, his voice a little weaker, but his cock didn't slide out like it should. A vine had wrapped itself around him, keeping him firm even when his body wouldn't, and kept him pinned deep inside the man's body.

"You're incredible-- I don't know why I never -- nghh--" He cut off into a panting groan as the vine on his cock - still buried in Finn - began to pulse and undulate, as if it was stroking him off. "-- Force--"

Finn was actually pretty certain he did black out for a second, but Poe's words still came through clear as day. The pulsing inside him, however, made him hiss and accidentally dig his nails in deeper for that initial jolt.

He could not get off again. He wanted to, was willing to try, but there was no way he could even get hard at this point. Or, maybe- Weirder things have happened today... Strange things have happened today. In a lucid moment of post-orgasmic clarity, Finn furrowed his brow. "The vines-..."

The vines that were still pulsing inside of him, stroking his spent and sensitive cock, and keeping Poe deep within him. If Poe could just stay there forever, he'd be happy with that. There were details about that on the edge of his mind, but he ignored them by burrowing his face into Poe's neck. "I want you. Want you." In more than this. All the time, forever if they could. So he just kept trying to say that, murmuring sweet nothings into Poe's skin, hoping it imprinted somehow. "Amazing. Beautiful. Want you."

It was way, way too sensitive, but he felt something warm and slick pulse from the vine around him, coating him, and the pain waved away.

He would have been able to pay better attention to it if Finn wasn't murmuring magic into his skin.

He turned his head, using his nose and chin to nudge Finn's face up into a better place, and then he took those beautiful lips in a deep, passionate kiss. An answer, as firm as he could give it.

"It want you, too, Finn," he breathed, a deep husk to his voice. "Want you so much--"

He returned the kiss as well as he could. Though it was probably a bit lacking for how tired he was, Finn allowed himself to get lost in it. In not just the kiss but closeness, the tenderness, the intimacy. He craved this with Poe, not realizing before just how much he'd been wanting.

And Poe wanted him, too. It was a little difficult to imagine, but he was in an accepting mood right now. He wanted Poe and Poe wanted him. What else was there that mattered? "Love you," he whispered quietly, a little afraid, but it hurt too much to not say it. He'd loved Poe for awhile, to be honest. He loved all of his friends. But this, knowing what the other wanted, what they could have- There was nothing else he could say.

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