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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.

A sudden warm flush spread through him at the words, and he pressed a hard, longing kiss to Finn's lips.

"I love you too," he murmured into them, husky and deep. "I love you too, Finn, I never--" And he broke off because a part of his brain flickered back on. "I didn't-- I don't know what came over me, I didn't-- I wouldn't have-- not like this---"

Unfortunately, Finn's brain was still idling and generally unaware of the bad or odd things happening at the moment. All he did know was that Poe loved him, too, before immediately babbling. It sounded a little like an apology or regret, but that- That would be the worst thing.

"I want this," he told him quietly, pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling his nose against Poe's and their lips hardly a breath apart. "I want this, Poe. I want you." He bore down on the vines to show him, half-certain that neither of them was ready to go again but absolutely positive that it was better than Poe seeming upset about this. In Finn's mind, at the moment, it was perfect. "I love you. Stay."

If it could have been possible to retain that fragment of awareness, Finn destroyed that possibility instantly. How the hell could he even think about wanting anything else? A fierce, bright love bloomed in his chest and clutched at his ribs, and he couldn't help the moan as Finn forced Poe deeper into him, his whole body shuddering.

Any argument he had was lost.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, very very slowly rolling his hips so that he nearly slid all the way out before achingly slowly pushing himself back deep inside Finn's body. He was so sensitive that it almost hurt, but the vines kept him incredibly rigid. "I'm not going anywhere, Finn, I love you so much-- I want you so much--" at the same moment he felt something move against him, felt something smooth and slippery slowly slide into the cleft between his cheeks, and despite the fact that he could clearly see Finn's cock right there in front of him, it still weirdly felt like he was rubbing it down his cleft, teasing him, promising--

"Yes, Finn--" he moaned as he rolled his hips again, each thrust feeling like a century as he began to move once more.

A whine escaped him as Finn held on tight. Every time he rubbed against his prostate, it was a whole new sensation. Like a live wire through his body that made him jolt on nearly every thrust, clenching down on Poe, losing his breath. His cock was trying to get hard again, but it was probably impossible to skip over that edge once more. At the same time, he wasn't sure how much he could take.

For Poe, he could handle anything. He wanted everything. "Yes. Yes."

As his hand roved over the other's back, his fingers brushed against one of the many vines. Not for the first time, a moment of distraction caught him about how strange these circumstances were. He gave another low whine and pressed his face against Poe's neck, feeling conflicted. Poe was here, fucking him, and everything was perfect. But something wasn't right. But who cared? But what was wrong? Nothing could be wrong here. He wanted to stop thinking. "Poe..."

Poe moaned, slowly and deliberately sliding himself deep into Finn's body and nearly all the way out again, torturously slowly as he wanted to feel every last inch of him. It was a little hard to tell the difference between Finn and the vines - a flash of annoyance at anything or anyone coming between this -- but all thoughts were lost as he felt the blunt end of a thick vine pressing against him. For a second he swore it was Finn's cock, and he moaned again, head ducking against the man's shoulder as his thrusts stilled, forcing himself to relax and let himself take it.

"Oh, Finn--" he moaned, panting, the vine pushing slowly but steadily into him and causing him to thrust forward just as slowly. "Oh, Finn, you feel so fucking good--"

He was trying his hardest to ignore the vines, to let this moment wash over him. Finn's eyes were closed, everything focused on the slide of Poe moving inside of him so sweetly. His breathing was measuring, panting against Poe's shoulder, and he held his lover tight.

Finn opened his eyes at the compliments, though, knowing he didn't feel nearly as good as Poe did right now. "You feel incredible. You're incredible." His voice was just a breath against his ear, babbling away even as his attention was taken by the vines again.

He could see, from this position, what they were doing to Poe. A part of him knew that he should be very concerned about it, but there were two other feelings battling here. For one, he was jealous. Poe was his right now and possession flared through him at these vines trying to vie for Poe's attention. But it was also unspeakably hot and Poe seemed to be loving the feeling. Instead of hating the vines, Finn found himself wanting to be them, wanting to feel Poe the way they were, and the ones roped around his cock was an admittedly good imitation.

His eyes fluttered closed again, hips moving to Poe's rhythm, all too easy to imagine they could be fucking each other at once. "I love you so much, Poe. Love you."

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Poe moaned, the words more than anything else making his cock throb deep inside Finn's body. Even the thick vine slowly forcing him open didn't compare to the way Finn's words clutched in his chest.

"I love you," he groaned in agreement. "Force, I love you, I've loved you so long- oh- oh fuck--" he moaned, his whole body shuddering as the vine kept stretching him, the tip grinding into his prostate. "Oh fuck, Finn, I want you -- Force, I feel like I'm going to be sucked dry and I don't even care, I just want you--"

Loved him so long. Poe had loved him for so long... How long? Hell, how long had Finn felt this way for him? He wasn't even sure of that much. The love had just appeared and grown and swallowed him completely.

The rest of his words led Finn to bite his lip... before thinking better of it and nipping at Poe's ear instead. The vines were weird but maybe not so bad if they made Poe feel so good. And as much as he was enjoying this slow pace- "I'm yours, Poe. I love you. Take me. Fuck me, please. Whatever you want, take it. Just need to feel you. I need you." Bundled in the vines, his cock throbbed in an attempt, still feeling a little like he was buried deep in Poe while Poe was buried deep in him. It was overwhelming.

[ His heart felt like it would explode, the way it was pounding in his chest, and he started to thrust a little harder, a little faster, everything so sensitive it bordered on painful, but he couldn't get enough. He clutched hard enough at Finn's side to leave bruises, moaning as the vine inside him started to fuck him with the increasing intensity that he was driving into Finn.

He'd lost all sense of time and space, convinced that Finn was inside him. ]

Finn - oh, Finn, you feel so good-- take me, please, fuck me-- [ He broke off, swearing as the vine slammed into him, nearly making him see stars. His hips responded, slamming forward. ] Finn--! Oh fuck, you feel so good-- Deeper--!

With Poe talking like that, it was hard to imagine that he wasn't inside of him right now. The vines certainly made convincing work, wrapping tightly around his cock, ribbing and pulsing in time with Poe's thrusts and moans. Finn moaned into it, thrusting into Poe - into the vines - a little faster than he dared before. He wanted to fuck Poe. He wanted to take him.

"So good. You're so good." In more aspects than just the sex, but he also felt pretty great at the moment. So much so, that Finn was powering through the pain for just one more taste then just one more after that. "Can't get enough of you. I can't-"

The vines or Poe or something jabbed against his sensitive prostate again, dragging a sob out from deep in his throat. His nails dug into Poe's neck again as Finn tried to thrust harder into him. It was so difficult pinned against the wall like this, but he tried. "So tight- You're so warm. I want you so bad. Want you like this forever. I want you." His words weren't really coming out right, but at least he distantly knew it.

"Yes-- Please--"

He felt his orgasm build so much more slowly that the first, boiling deep within him before being drawn out of him with a strangled moan, hips pistoning between fucking Finn and being fucked in return. His vision tunneled, his ears buzzing as he helplessly thrust, and then he finally collapsed, falling forward to slump on Finn's body, breathing hard.

But the vine didn't stop. It kept moving, thrusting deeper, grinding against his prostate and making him shudder and groan, even as his cock was going lax within the vines.

"... Finn...."

Finn hissed through his orgasm, which wasn't... entirely pleasant. His mind did drift away a bit and his cock did pulse pleasantly inside Poe, but that was all there was of the fanfare. He wasn't even totally sure it was an orgasm since the vines didn't stop and his thoughts were still half-crazed.

His arms automatically held Poe tighter as the other man shivered. "Oh, Poe... You feel so good..." When he finally got around to opening his eyes, Finn found the vines still there, still around them, still fucking Poe. Still hot. Still a little distressing. "The vines- You look so-" He should be worried about this. "Fuck, I love you," he said instead, kissing the edge of Poe's mouth. "Are you okay? Do you want- What do you want?"

Force, was he okay? He could barely tell, saturated by hazy pleasure pushed passed the point of bearing.

"Can't think straight," he mumbled against Finn's cheek trying to catch his mouth. "I want -- I want you forever, Finn, right here like this-- but I-- I know there's something I'm supposed to..." He cut off in a shuddering moan, again, the vines sliding into him relentlessly. "Maybe we could - continue somewhere else--"

But at that thought the vines seemed to react, and pulled Poe forcibly away from Finn. He was braced on all sides, now, legs pulled apart as if presented to the other man, and a thick cloud of pollen was released into the air.

It couldn't let them go. Not yet.

There was a moment of sheer adrenaline when Poe was taken from him, his hands reaching out to desperately grab at nothing.

This was wrong. This situation was all wrong. The vines were doing something to them and, finally, with Poe's body not glued to him, Finn fully realized that they were in some sort of danger.

If only... he could think a little further than that... Poe wasn't taken far from him and, even if not being touched felt almost excruciating right now, he could see that there was no intention to separate them more. And there Poe stood before him, lean and strong and beautiful and wanting. Wanting for him. (Or he had been just a moment ago. He definitely remembered that.)

"We should-" Should call BB-8. Should definitely try to send out a message to BB-8 in a comm unit that was tangled in someone's clothes that were somewhere around their feet. But the plants weren't holding Finn back and he had to reach out to touch Poe's hips. The vines around his cock were trying to keep him hard, and the hazy mist was doing a great job of putting his mind in a similar condition. "Poe, you're beautiful. You look so good. I want-" He stepped forward, tentatively pressing their bodies together again, knowing that he was supposed to be concerned about something right now. "I need you. I need this."

Finn's touch felt like electricity, and as he breathed deep the utter need filled him again, making his spent cock twitch in its vine sheath.

The vines spread him wider, and he moaned as they slowly slid out of him, the emptiness almost unbearable. "Please--" he agreed as he could feel Finn's body slowly press against him again.

"Please, Finn- I need- I need you more than anything I've ever needed in my entire life." He had just been trying to formulate a thought, but that was gone now, the last tendril of a tip still flicking at his entrance, beckoning Finn to take its place.

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."

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."

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