flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"Yeah. You're going to be," Poe promised, his voice coming out a little rough as he watched the way Finn reacted.

"So there are a few ground rules for this, and if you break any of them, it's game over. Got it?"

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For once, it's Finn having to swallow down a smart-ass reply. He's half sure he should say it anyway, Poe might enjoy the influence he's having. But instead he just nods. While taking a step back towards the bed.

"Oh-" he had to swallow again. Okay, maybe good he hadn't tried for the sarcasm. He probably would have stuttered even more, from all his blood being rushed to other areas. "Okay."

"Rule number one - anything hurts, you stop me. Everything today is to make you feel really, really good, Finn. Got it?"

He was stepping forward slowly, fingers hooking into Finn's clothes as he started to peel them off.

Finn stood obediently still, taking this all as a continuation of that day in the ruins more than anything. Do it at long last fulfilled.

"I trust you," he murmured, moving wherever Poe wanted to put him. "Trust me to let you know."

If it got too much. A little pain he was anticipating. Nothing new, nothing good, happened without some. Even learning a new skill meant burning muscles, new blisters and calluses. But if it got past a point he thought would turn good, he'd speak up.

Poe had, however, ample evidence of just how much Finn liked pain with his pleasure, so he gave Finn a bit of an amused look as he pushed his shirt off his shoulders and then pushed Finn down on the bed.

"Rule two," he said, climbing up on top of him, "If you're about to come, you tell me."

That- alright, that got a blush. Finn was never anything less than obvious in bed (and mostly out of it, lying wasn't a key stormtrooper skill). Poe would know anyway. But now he wanted a constant update?

"I- why-"

But it was part of the deal, to keep this going. Seeing how he was already hard enough stopping wasn't an option, he could survive.

"Yeah."

The blush made it better. It was true - Finn was about as easy to read as a neon sign - but rules were rules, and Poe was sticking to these.

Besides. A constant update would be hot.

He didn't answer the 'why', just moved down to Finn's fly, unzipping it.

"Rule three. This starts in the shower, and once I have you out of these clothes, that's where were going. Rule four is lube, which I will be happy to introduce you to in a minute."

"That's...a statement, not a rule. The lube."

But it was only a muttered thing, Finn already painfully hard and totally in Poe's command as he went on. Shower. That meant standing, moving, and all sorts of overly complicated things. But he didn't ask to just stay in bed, ready to stick to the rules given. Rules were nice in general; from Poe they were hot. So okay. Shower.

If he managed to stand up again.

"It's a rule. Nothing goes in without lubricant, no batter how much you beg me otherwise - and no matter how much I beg you otherwise," Poe said, sliding Finn's pants off his legs and then himself up the man's body, taking a hard kiss as he rolled his hips against him.

Okay, maybe a couple minutes before the shower.

"Which links back to rule one. No pain. Not today."

Finn snorted softly, weakly really, considering he's spending most of his air groaning against Poe's actions. Words came second, always did. The press of the other man's body against his far more important.

"Thought you lived to break rules."

"We can break them all tomorrow," Poe replied, nipping at Finn's neck to drive the point home, before pulling back to look in his eyes.

"I'm serious, Finn. If you leave this room thinking that having sex with me is anything but mind blowingly amazing, I'll have failed."

The grin came back, and he leaned down to steal a hard kiss. "-- The pain we can reintroduce later."

Finn smiled, somewhat unsteadily, and pushed some of Poe's hair out of his face. All of which fell back immediately, of course, the man not having grown it out that much in the past few weeks.

"Not a kid, Poe. You gotta trust me, too. A couple....ngh. Awkward moments. Those won't change anything."

Just make Poe as human as he was.

"Yeah I know you're not a kid, Finn," Poe said, the statement taking a little bot of the wind out of his sails. "Look, just - trust me. It can be really good, and it can really not be. You don't need to be a kid to not have it go well." There was something in his voice that was almost a warning, and something probably better left unsaid.

Poe never really talked about his history, but he had one.

"I trust you with my life, Finn. You know that."

Finn leaned up, risking one hand cupping the back of Poe's neck while he pressed his lips against his despite the game. He didn't know the history. Not yet. But he knew Poe, trusted Poe, and nothing would change that fact.

"Same. Poe...whatever happens, I know. I know what you're going for. I'll tell you."

One more kiss, a hard press against those bruises. Even in this position, Poe was his.

"I love you."

He had to use the two tactics that would instantly bring Poe back down. He could feel Finn's lips on his neck, and he closed his eyes. His. And then Finn spoke and any kind of argument he could have had left dissolved utterly.

"I love you too, Finn," He murmured, humour lost in a sudden surge of pure feeling, leaning down to seal the words with a kiss. "So, so much."

"So..." it took a moment, a deep breath, and then he was pressing on. "Do it. Now, Dameron."

Same words, different place. But the smile was still, so very faintly there in the face of his own painful arousal and need. Shower was secondary. But putting Finn back on his knees, panting and begging? Now that was a main goal, for the both of them so far as he was concerned.

It was as if the words had been formatted exactly for Poe - and they were, really, because it was hard to pull them away from the original moment they were given in, and just the memory of how Finn had looked then made his blood rush straight south.

"Yes'sir," he groaned, kissing him hard one more time before pulling back, grabbing Finn's hand, and dragging him up off the bed, staggering back towards the washroom.

Still the shower? Finn groaned in frustration, but okay. Fine. This was Poe's show. To the shower. For some secret ceremony that would make this all okay-

No. Finn let out a breath. He knew this was something Poe wanted to do. So. He wanted it too. Or would, once he could ignore the burning between his legs.

"We're not that bad off."

Still the shower. Not for a secret ceremony, but because showers were hot and Finn had no idea how hot they could be, but he would soon. "Get in there," He said with a grin, pushing Finn into it before he turned to grab something from the medicine cabinet, first. Just a little bottle - used ones or twice but untouched for months. He held it tight in his palm as he joined Finn in the shower, pushing him back up against the tile to take a long, penetrating kiss.

"I think we'll manage just fine--"

At least they were back in a familiar position (and he'd had time to get the water temperature right). Finn wrapped his arms around Poe, trying to close the non-existent space between them.

"We're in the shower."

He barely even noticed the water temperature - which meant that Finn had managed to get it just perfect before he got in. Or, he was completely and utter distracted by the sight of him, dark skin shimmering as the water flowed over his shoulders, down his back - to really notice anything else.

(Spoilers, it was the latter.)

He shoved the bottle onto a little shelf so that he could use his hands more effectively.

Getting Finn on his hands and knees begging was still a major part of this plan.

"Yeah," He murmured, sliding a hand down Finn's back, tracing his spine. He titled his head - kiss to Finn's jaw, then to one of the almost invisible bruises on his neck, down to the bite mark he'd left in Finn's shoulder. "... We're in the shower."

Oh, and that was good. He hadn't really realized what it must be like from the other side, that night he'd missed the bite mark and then...ended up in the shower. Despite the warmth his shivered against Poe. The feeling not one of being a thing, of being part of some nameless whole that came with the Order. But of belonging. To, with, It didn't matter. It was just perfect.

"...All yours."

All his.

It really did feel like that, as he lapped his tongue against that bite, as his lips spread and teeth sunk in against the outline of the mostly-healed one still there, his body sliding into a place that it had come to fit like a glove - thigh between Finn's legs, hands raking down his body, down his thighs, then between them - not to his usual destination (alas), but instead gently pushing them apart to widen his stance.

Right.

Finn swallowed, but followed directions. There'd been something intense, spontaneous about that night in the ruin. While he appreciates, in hindsight, being able to walk for the rest of that week, having so much time to think about it...

Well. Words were never his strong suit. Finn's hands traveled to the marks on Poe's neck and shoulder in return, squeezing the bruises to just this side of painful. Trying not to think.

His eyes fluttered at the touch - the squeeze, the sharp jolt of ownership - and he leaned in to press a warm, lingering kiss to Finn's lips. "Remember rule one," he murmured against him, as his fingers slowly began to run up the inside of Finn's thigh - teasingly, rather than intently - small swirls getting closer with every pass, the edge of his wrist just accidentally brushing his cock as it moved by him.

"And try to relax."

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