flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.

"Nn- not an option."

Not because it hurt- it didn't, it was just pressure more than pain, moving towards something better. But because overly gentle, romantic holovid....love making (he was blushing from the thought of the word, Force) was the part that was too much. He tugged at Poe's hair until their mouths pressed together again, stopping whatever reply Poe might be working on and, even though it made him grunt slightly as the pressure dipped towards discomfort before moving back as he changed the position of his hips to do it, wrapped his legs around Poe's waist. First time it might be, but he was having some say at the pacing.

It was very difficult to try to keep his own pacing in mind when Finn's legs were suddenly around him, and he had been pulled quite a bit deeper than he had been, before. He laughed - more a breathless, helpless chuckle, really - and pulled at Finn's lips with his teeth.

"You are-- impossible," he complained, but the smile was spreading across his lips, and he was pulling his hips back a little farther just to be able to press in a little harder, this time, a little deeper. (He was, after all, flesh and blood.) "Impossible and... absolutely perfect--"

"Better."

He dropped his head back to the pillows- so many pillows involved in this, more in this one act than he'd ever really used in his whole life combined up to now, it felt like. Legs kept up their pressure on Poe's waist, not enough so that the man couldn't move, he was starting to become pretty pro-movement, but enough he couldn't pull back to that shallow thrusts again. He wasn't that delicate. It was touching, to know Poe cared enough to go slow when he always moved so fast. It was. But even if it got uncomfortable, knowing he wasn't holding Poe back was so very, very hot. He tightened his grip in Poe's hair, fist clenching almost all the way closed.

"That's- yeah. I can take it."

It felt like his scalp almost burned, which was - just as hot as was probably intended, and he groaned deeply.

"Yeah?" He asked, finding that the more seconds went by, the harder a time he was having remembering why he'd even had the mantra in the first place, and why he hadn't just taken Finn right then, on those ancient steps, when he had practically been begging for it -- His fingers drover hard into Finn's sides, almost pulling him in to every thrust. "Never-- doubted it --" He cut off with a guttural growl deep in his throat, slowly sliding into a far more urgent pace.

Why hadn't he been doing this every day for months--

Poe was going to debrief the general on his own, that wasn't a question. Finn'd need the day to get back to normal walking condition, but that was fine. Perfect. In fact, Poe could skip the debriefing, they could stay in bed together-

And it was just too much thinking. Too difficult when there was already a far more important hard body item of his, trapped between their two bodies. Not really all the way there, not while he was adjusting to the change in pace and the unfamiliar stretch it brought. But good, so good, and hearing Poe respond he couldn't help an approving whimper of his own as the hand not currently pulling out some of Poe's hair roamed down to grab that man's ass.

His muscles clenched, his body arching so that he could press his face into Finn's shoulder, into his throat - kissing and biting at anything he found there, each movement getting considerably less thought out as his brain was getting far less blood than it had been even a few minutes ago.

He grunted, grip strong enough to leave bruises - every last coherent thought he had left lost. He gasped Finn's name as a trickle of sweat slid down his spine.

He'd gotten better over the past few- months, weeks? Time wasn't a factor right now. But after this time with Poe, he'd gotten better. But novelty still hit hard and fast, new experiences ripping straight through him.

So it's only a matter of minutes before he's almost there, hanging just on the edge without enough pride in him to worry about it.

"Watch it-"

"Trust me, I am," Poe grunted, an almost reflex sass that was all he had in terms of brain space. He was watching very, very carefully. Or at least as carefully as one could, in the situation.

Carefully enough to feel the way that Finn's body was writhing, tightening -

He thrust a hand down between them, grabbing for Finn's cock and giving it a hard stroke in time.

And that was that. Finn kept his nails short, military habit, and it's a damn fine thing because otherwise Poe'd have ten bleeding marks along his back and ass. As it is, there's going to be bruises. And probably gossip tomorrow, considering the shout that's torn from Finn's throat as he collapses back into the bed.

Poe doesn't shout, exactly - but damn does Finn make it impossible to hold on, so his own cry is kind of a gurgled half grunt deep in his throat - coming even as Finn collapses so that most of it ends up on him, rather than in him.

Poe digs his hands into the sheets as he shudders, slowly coming back to his senses.

"Fuck, Finn..." Is all he manages, for the moment.

Finn manages a half-disbelieving laugh, one hand barely managing to stroke slowly along Poe's back as they both catch their breath.

"That was...that's."

Perfect with words as always. He tilts his head back just a little bit more on the pillow, eyes close.

"There's that."

Poe can't help it, and he laughs with him - breathless - as he leans in to press a warm kiss to the side of Finn's throat, before lowering himself into place just at his side, more than happy to help that hand stroke with less energy required.

"Yeah. There's that," he teases, the grin spreading as he pressed his face into Finn's neck.

"... Still annoyed at the wait?"

"Mm. Ask again in an hour. Annoyed...it's not on the list right now."

Tired, content, happy, all those good things. Annoyed and sore and the rest would have to wait. Along with need to shower and eat. Requirements that didn't exist in this moment.

"Accomplished all your mission objectives?"

"That's why I'm asking now," Poe teased in a rumbled voice, face still pressed into Finn's throat so that each word vibrated against his skin.

"And I would say that's an affirmative," He agreed, sliding a hand around Finn's waist and drawing him close. "Though I ah... wouldn't mind a few runs at that mission, later."

"I-"

He wants to be as smooth and confident as the other man, as he's seen Poe be time and again. As he sometimes is, when they're already laughing and the words are flowing more easily. Right now? Not happening. So a quick reply about how he's more of a hands on learner when it comes to new assignments doesn't come out. It just sticks in his throat until he turns to press a kiss into Poe's hair.

"Uh. We can....manage something. Like that."

"Yeah?" The tone is a little teasing, but he can't help it. The stumbling, bumbling way Finn has when he is overwhelmed and a little embarrassed is past endearing and into the ridiculously charming, and it makes it impossible for Poe to keep from grinning stupidly.

"I'll put it down in my mission log."

He is now completely in snuggle mode, and a leg is moving to thread itself between Finn's, not really caring that his elbow is brushing into something rather sticky.

"I'll just fill in every date from now until the sun explodes."

They were going to be glued together in a not really pleasant way in an hour or so, but Finn's not going to mention it. They'd already had the shower and all, and his head was too full of the next mission to bother with the flaw in that logic.

As Poe snuggled in, his hand slid lower to move in a soft line between his shoulder blades, more than content to be the pillow for the night. Less movement would probably be for the best, anyway.

"How 'about, ah, until war ends? After Starkiller, seems way further away than stars getting put out."

He snorted. That was true enough.

"Better be careful with that," He murmured, still smiling. "Or I'll end up sabotaging war efforts."

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