flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"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."

"Hate waiting."

So get to the action. Bitten down. He won't push and shove, not with all of Poe's rules still in place. The small promise that Poe might accidentally brush again making keeping his mouth shut for another moment or two possible.

For now. For the next five, maybe six seconds.

The grin that spread across his lips was incredibly wicked, as a thought that really hadn't much occurred to him before that moment suddenly really, really appealed.

He nibbled at Finn's jaw as he murmured against him. "So impatient... Careful or I'll want to take aaall the time in the world...."

His palm pressed ever so slightly against Finn's balls, fingers teasing down the sensitive skin below, then farther--

"Fuck."

He actually jumped at that, ready for Poe to live up to the threat and just go slow. So slow. Like they really did have all the time...had he actually heard when Poe'd be going out on his first assignment? Just how long did they have in this room? It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time, the idea he actually could live up to the threat.

"Poe- c'mon, man."

"Why, is there something you want?" Poe teased, absolutely unable to help himself. A slow, deliberate massage with his palm as his fingers circled closer and closer. He tilted his arm so that his wrist pressed up against Finn's length, rubbing against it with a slow deliberation, his fingers teasing ever so gently at the little ring of muscle they'd been seeking.

"Go on," He whispered quietly, only barely audible over the sound of the water falling against them. "Tell me what you want, Finn."

"Just fuck me."

No fingers, no teasing, nothing but getting to the action. The anticipation before battle was the worst part, and while this was far from the painful kind of stress that was, more a wonderful torture instead, he still wanted to get to the point. The urge to move forward overriding anything else.

Poe really wasn't a man of meticulous planning. The fact that he'd gone out of the way for this, was something. But it was still incredibly hard not to just do as Finn asked - press him against the tile, pull a leg up onto his shoulder and--

He groaned, lowly, and sunk the first finger into Finn's body.

"You've waited this long," He teased, though it came out less like a tease and more like a plea. His hand clasped at Finn's cheeks as the finger dove in, curling at the tip. "Give me two and a half minutes, Finn, I promise I won't make you wait much longer--"

"Starting now."

One hundred and fifty seconds. Too soon and way too far away at the same time, and just knowing how close made him moan almost as loud as he had when Poe finally sunk his finger in. One hundred and forty five...

His hands slipped into Poe's hair, trying to get a grip on the wet strains and have something grounding. Something he could control, unlike what the other man was doing to every nerve in his body.

Poe chuckled, lowly, the idea of Finn counting down was at once hilarious and erotic, and he now regretted giving such a precise estimation, but.

Well. Hopefully he could distract him.

He was doing his best, at least - slowly and methodically working the tight muscle open. However much Finn hated him now, he'd thank him later. The second finger followed soon after - spreading them gently apart as Poe's breath was slowly growing ragged. He had patience, sure, but patience only extended so far, and the way Finn was moaning was making it really, really difficult.

"This'll go faster if you help," he whispered roughly. "Grab the bottle."

It was a merciful universe after all, Poe finally giving him some directions other than counting in his own head and running his hands wherever they could find skin while trying not to slip in the shower. Considering his training, all that wasn't exactly enough to distract him from the impatient need. But grabbing the bottle, forcing his hands to not shake as he opened it, making sure he actually made Poe enjoy the help over just madly pawing? That was close to working.

"Sir."

One had slipped between Poe's legs, but Finn was the one that gave a full body shudder at the sensation. Finally.

Poe groaned, face pressing down into Finn's shoulder, lips parted against his skin. Finally.

"Yeah... make sure it's... good and ready," He groaned, half to himself and half to Finn, his fingers growing quite a bit more insistant in their ministrations than they had been a minute ago. He leaned his shoulder in against Finn and with his other hand shut the water off.

"Bed." He didn't care how wet the sheets got.

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