"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.
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.
"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.
"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."
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.
"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."
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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"Yeah. There's that," he teases, the grin spreading as he pressed his face into Finn's neck.
"... Still annoyed at the wait?"
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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?"
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"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."
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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."
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"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."
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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."
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"Better be careful with that," He murmured, still smiling. "Or I'll end up sabotaging war efforts."