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Poe's grin grew wider, hearing the threat of giggles in Taiko's voice. Fuck, the other man was cute as hell.

He resisted the urge to go straight for his lips, instead twisting his head to press a firm kiss to Taiko's jaw, then another, further up, then another, nipping at the man's earlobe promisingly.

"I think you'll quickly find out I love to buck convention," Poe replied, grinning against Taiko's ear before drawing the lobe between his teeth and sucking on it, rocking his hips to grind himself against the stormtrooper in time. "Though I'm pretty fond of the classics, too..."

"Never would've guessed," he mumbles, shifting beneath the captain as his underarmor starts to feel way too tight. The way that makes him rub up against the other man does not help.

He didn't even know you could do half this stuff. "This is way outside of my specialty," he swallows thickly before he can get the rest of the sentence out. "So I'm going to need some instruction, sir."

"Lucky for you, I happen to have deep and indepth training in the field," Poe quips, grinning as he pulled at 622's earlobe with his teeth. He could feel just how tight the other man's suit was getting - could feel exactly what was making it tighter - and he adjusted himself a little so that when he rolled his hips the next time, he was aligned basically perfectly to grind one hard heat to the next. Neither of them were really wearing enough fabric to keep from feeling exactly what was happening.

"Though call me sir again and I'm going to leave a mark on your neck so dark that you'll have to wear a scarf into the locker room," he added, still grinning, before he finally pulled himself up, pausing only half a heartbeat before leaning in to press a warm, firm kiss to Taiko's lips.

What did the kriff did he mean by--oh. Oh. That kind of bruise. He'd seen those before on troopers he'd hauled out of supply closets before.

"Yess--uh," he catches himself just before the kiss cuts him off, mouth still half-open. Kark, that was going to be a hard order to keep to.

The body glove wasn't helping his concentration. It was supposed to keep you pressurized in vacuum. You could even use it to restrict blood flow, if you got injured. And it was really trying to restrict blood flow right now. Usually that helped keep things down, but not today. He didn't want it to. He wanted the underarmor gone though.

He wanted it too much, apparently. It disappeared, leaving him stuck between a sigh of relief and a startled gasp, the confused noise smothered by the kiss. He'd managed to forget he could do that.

The actually thickness of the fabric luckily was so small that there wasn't any obvious lurch from Poe's previous position, his eyes having closed when he took the kiss, and his hands planted on the matt. Since he was still in his clothes, it didn't feel all that different as he continued to grind himself against Taiko, though - that was weird, it was moving a lot more freely than a couple seconds ago--

He paused, pushing up on his arms to glance down, only to find Taiko very, very naked.

Oh.

A flush of colour rose under his skin, though he pretended to ignore it. He glanced back up at Taiko's face before shooting him an amused grin.

"Well there's stormtrooper efficiency, for you," He teased, biting his lip as he rolled his hips again, almost leisurely. "But now I've got a hell of a lot more clothing than you, so you might need to do something abuot that--"

He was nearly as surprised as the captain was. Was that too much? He could probably summon it back if it was too m--okay, that was a good response.

"It was an accident," he admitted, voice quavering slightly as bare flesh reacts to the contact. Without the insulating body glove on, he could feel how warm the captain's body was against his. He hadn't realized that could feel so good until just now.

"I can't make yours disappear, s--" he bit down on his tongue, "I can fix it." A little clumsily, but civvie clothes aren't too difficult, right? You just pull them off of someone, feeling totally aware of your hands skimming along bare skin the whole time. Easy. At least that last part, anyway.

"An accident, huh. Some part of you just really, really wanted out of that suit..."

Poe slid a hand down Taiko's leg - from his knee down to the bony crest of his hip, before he clutched into the flesh of his side, pressing against him. A dark spot was appearing on his sweats where his cock had leaked with need, though he shifted himself and released his firm hold of the stormtrooper's waist so the man could actually get to his clothes.

He considered being difficult, but in the end decided to help, using his free hand to grip the edge of his shirt and pull it up and over his head, tossing it off somewhere behind him.

"Just gonna have to deal with it the old fashioned way, aren't you," he grinned, his muscles fluttering under the touch of Taiko's hands as they passed over his skin.

"I think I know which part." It had felt like he was going hurt something if it hadn't come off soon. ...Now that he thinks about it, he could have just popped the seal, but logical thinking had taken a dive as soon as he got pinned to the mat.

The body glove might have been tight enough to feel a lot through it, but he was used to feeling things through the armored cloth. It dulled sensation in a way he didn't really recognize until the touch sliding up his flank made his back arch of its own accord, pressing up against the captain. The sensitivity of bare skin was overwhelming.

He nodded. "Right." Help with the clothes. He's supposed to do that. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of the captain's pants and slides them down, some dumb part of his brain still asking 'Are we really doing this?' Definitely. Definitely doing this.

Poe grinned at the joke, amusement flickering in his eyes, but he was also taking the opportunity to actually get a look at the body of the man under him, his hand idly kneading into flesh, thumb running over the bone of Taiko's hip. Yeah. Yeah, the man was attractive. Damn. For a second he pictured Taiko with a platoon of other clones - each different in personality, but identical physically, and his mind dropped straight into the gutter, his cock jumping just as his sweats came down. His briefs had gotten hooked with the same motion, so there was quickly free, shifting himself to help kick off the rest of his clothes.

He was still grinning as he leaned in, pressing another kiss to Taiko's lips as he lined his body back up, rolling his hips to grind his length against Taiko's as he deepened the kiss.

Instruction would come in a minute.

He'd seen people kiss before, hadn't understood why. It was a weird, difficult way to show affection for someone who spent upwards of twelve hours a day wearing a helmet. It hadn't seemed worth it anyway. Touching someone else in general, really, what was so fascinating about that?

Now he was definitely starting to get it. His eyes fell closed as the kiss changed, leaving him nothing but a wave of blind sensation strong enough to coax a quiet little quavering sound from his throat.

He should be trying to do the same for the Captain, he was sure of that, but he wasn't sure how. All he could think to do was to imitate, trying to match whatever it was the other man was doing with his mouth and hips that made it feel so much better than it should.

'The Captain', at least, seemed perfectly content to be in charge of the situation, though eventually he had to pull back a little to breathe, running his tongue over his lips. He slid a hand down between them, fingers trailing south down Taiko's chest, before snaking between their grinding hips and taking 622's length into his hand.

"Always found demonstration was the best instruction," Poe murmured, far, far too pleased with himself as he sat up enough that he could take a long, lesuirely stroke of the other man's cock, the pad of his thumb slowly sliding over the head. "Though I'll admit that I have a tendency to want to skip ahead." He started to stroke, far too slowly to be anything but teasing, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss to Taiko's throat and then suck gently.

"Try it," he breathed, his voice a little huskier. "Touch me."

This, at least, he knew how to do. By himself, at least. No matter what rumors said, clones did this stuff. Quietly, privately, when you knew you were safe enough to get away with it. So the hand that reached down between them wasn't tentative or awkward, starting to stroke as light and slow as the captain was.

And if the captain liked to skip ahead, then he probably wouldn't mind if 622 tried some things he'd just had demonstrated on him. His free hand settled on the captain's waist, as he carefully leaned in to suck on the other man's earlobe. He'd felt a bit of teeth there, which he ever so carefully imitated.

"Like this?" Clones could learn fast, when the had a good reason to.

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Poe let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed. Fast learner, indeed. He wasn't complaining. Instead his grip on 622's cock firmed slightly, and he leaned into the clone's body, purposely making it difficult for either of them to stroke eachother without their knuckles grazing.

"Yeah--" he groaned, rolling his hips into the touch and baring a bit more of his throat for 622 to get at. "Yeah, like that--"

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