He couldn't help it, laughing a little as Finn flipped the over, but the
laughter died as soon as he had Finn pinned down, between his thighs.
Sure, he knew what to do. He'd had experience, but it had been different.
Mostly with other fighter pilots, mostly on a friends-with-benefits
scenario, and usually in the excitement of still somehow being alive. He'd
never managed to have a relationship. He was dedicated to the Resistence,
and the Republic Navy before that. It didn't leave a lot of room for
lovers. That, and Poe did his best not to get too attached. To anyone.
It was too hard to justify, when you might die at any moment.
And then there was Finn.
Which was a whole new bracket of 'something else'. Something else that made
his stomach flip in weird, yet pleasant, ways, when he was situated above
him like this.
If this had been one of his buddies, and a night to burn off some steam, he
knew exactly what he would do. Off would go the last of Finn's clothes and
down would go Poe's head and he would stay down until there were some very
delicious cries from Finn's lips, and then they would switch. And then they
would laugh and have a drink and watch a stupid holovid. And sure, that's
how he'd been playing this up so far, maybe. Sort of. It wasn't like he'd
declared anything.
But the idea of just getting on with it... Didn't sit right. So he actually
hesitated - not for long, but for a noticeable few seconds, before the fond
grin spread and he shifted - grinding against Finn a little before moving
to kiss his throat - lips parting as he did, his free hand tugging down
Finn's underwear off his hips.
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He couldn't help it, laughing a little as Finn flipped the over, but the laughter died as soon as he had Finn pinned down, between his thighs.
Sure, he knew what to do. He'd had experience, but it had been different. Mostly with other fighter pilots, mostly on a friends-with-benefits scenario, and usually in the excitement of still somehow being alive. He'd never managed to have a relationship. He was dedicated to the Resistence, and the Republic Navy before that. It didn't leave a lot of room for lovers. That, and Poe did his best not to get too attached. To anyone.
It was too hard to justify, when you might die at any moment.
And then there was Finn.
Which was a whole new bracket of 'something else'. Something else that made his stomach flip in weird, yet pleasant, ways, when he was situated above him like this.
If this had been one of his buddies, and a night to burn off some steam, he knew exactly what he would do. Off would go the last of Finn's clothes and down would go Poe's head and he would stay down until there were some very delicious cries from Finn's lips, and then they would switch. And then they would laugh and have a drink and watch a stupid holovid. And sure, that's how he'd been playing this up so far, maybe. Sort of. It wasn't like he'd declared anything.
But the idea of just getting on with it... Didn't sit right. So he actually hesitated - not for long, but for a noticeable few seconds, before the fond grin spread and he shifted - grinding against Finn a little before moving to kiss his throat - lips parting as he did, his free hand tugging down Finn's underwear off his hips.