flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.

"One hundred and five."

Not the sexiest reply, out of context, but panting against Poe's shoulder he, at least, found it to be a turn on in his own ears. Soaking wet and on the bed they were, the shower left running without a care, before Finn could reach ninety. Picking him up meant letting Poe go, but he made up for it be pressing the man close against him, feeling his cock against his stomach. But he knew the rules, he didn't pin Poe this time, didn't drop and crawl over him. Instead he fell on his back on the bed, leaving Poe sprawled on top of him. Ready for the next command.

Maybe not the sexiest reply, if he had been anyone else, and they were anywhere else, but at the moment the words were like firebrands against his skin. Incredibly, incredibly hot. He could feel the count down in the hard thump against his ribs. He hadn't expected being picked up - should have, but didn't - and it took him a couple of seconds to absolutely give in to it, pressing hard kisses into Finn's neck before being pulled down onto the sheets on top of him.

"Pillow," he rumbled, his voice far too husky, as he settled in between Finn's legs, pushing them open, and getting a good look at the man as he lay on the bed, still dripping from the shower.

Perfect.

He surged forward and stole a kiss before Finn could even reply to the command, already pulling his hips up into a better position, hand on either side of Finn's hips.

He blushed at the look, should be used to it by now but still very much not. Getting looked at naked wasn't new, but the appreciation still sent his heart into overdrive. Still, the kiss was the only thing that saved them from further declaration from Finn that he wasn't breakable, but the moment Poe's mouth was on his there were much better things to do than talk or argue. Technically, the man still had his minute and a half. If he wanted to use it setting up pillows and folding sheets, that was on him. Finn didn't get room to complain until after the mark was hit.

The pillow was, with only minor shifting of angles and discomfort was produced ever as the kiss went unbroken.

Poe slid his knee under Finn and pulled him up off the bed long enough to slip the pillow under his hips, so that he was angled up better. He didn't break the kiss - he didn't need to. He let his hands take the job of his eyes, for the moment, running over every plane of Finn's body as they worked their way down - giving him an almost lazy, indulgent stroke before continuing south.

The finger slipped in easily, Finn's body still slick from Poe's earlier ministrations.

"So what's my countdown at?" He asked huskily against Finn's lips, shifting himself closer up against him.

"Sev-"

He caught the words as the fingers moved again. He still had it. He had the number in his head, but there was still over a minute left. Too much time. Far too much time, and Finn licked his lips before he could press forward with the single worst attempt at a lie even he, a born horrible liar, had ever managed. His fingers tightening on Poe's shoulders had to count for something, had to maybe make this attempt somewhat believable.

"Six, five...?"

Finn was, unfortunately, one of the worst liars in the galaxy, but in this particular instance the lie was probably better than the truth. Poe didn't need whatever time was still left on it - he didn't even want whatever time was left on it - he just grabbed another quick kiss before grabbing himself and adjusting the angle - pressing forward until the tip was just in place -

And then pushing.

Not particularly hard, or particularly fast, just with a steady, firm insistence, until muscle gave way and with a sudden slip the head of his cock was enveloped in tight, perfect heat.

He swore, Finn's name somewhere in the midst of the curse.

It was...not what he expected. Fingers weren't completely new, but this was a continued stretch that was- it was different. Good, but Finn still had to take a moment to remind himself to breathe. In and out, along with Poe's chest pressed against his. He swore he could almost match their heart beats, but that was too much focus on something other than what the pilot was currently doing.

Poe'd been right. Waiting had been better. But he'd be damned if he'd be saying it. Or, really, damned if he said anything at all for the next good while, a replying moan all he was going to manage as he gave in and lifted his head enough to bite, lightly, at Poe's shoulder.

Poe, in the meantime, was working with the constant mantra of 'slow, slow, slow, slower than you even think you need to be going', which was an extremely difficult mantra to actually keep up. The desperate urge to just give in, to let his body take exactly what it had been craving so long was nearly enough to drive him mad.

But it was Finn. And he wasn't going to hurt him.

(Not unless it was with his teeth.)

"Relax," He whispered, pausing to let Finn's body adjust (and to give himself a few seconds to breathe). The whisper was for them both.

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