hatejakku | for shootingstarz;

[ooc: john and oscar do not help lol.]

Poe could never fully get enough of how Finn tastes. He loved how his boyfriend would often linger along his tongue after heated, rough kisses exchangd. Very much like now, his tongue pouring into Finn's mouth to satisfy the craving.

He was well ahead of Finn, one hand struggling with his damn belt while the other gripped the back of Finn's neck.

Damn clothes.

Finn growled into Poe's mouth before laughing at him, hands batting away his lover's so he could handle the belt. "Patience," he teased. "We have time."

It was definitely a joke, though. Finn wasn't sure when was the last time he and Poe had taken it slow. Emotions were often running high when they did, and Finn had been trying so hard to make their little bubble as happy and carefree as possible.

Not easy during a war but worth it for the times he managed.

Anyway, the belt clattered away, and Finn quickly opened Poe's pants, already running his hand slowly inside while his mouth attempted an attack on Poe's ear.

These time the noise Poe made was out of pure frustration. His cock had already grown very uncomfortable being trapped within his pants, which were not coming off fast enough. With an impatient bite to his boyfriend's well defined shoulder, he finally lets Finn bat his hands away so that he could work his magic. "Not enough."

Poe honestly couldn't remember either if that was a question later asked. They both always seemed so eager to get each other's clothes off when they finally had those moments truly alone. A moment that was rightfully their own and one not ruined by the war that was constantly around them.

Poe didn't bother to silence the colorful words that slipped from his lips the moment Finn pulled the planned attack on his ear. The other man knew besides his actual dick and neck that this was a very tender and weak spot to go for.

A hand grips tightly along one of Finn's hips, his eyes flutter closed and his head falls forward to rest against Finn's shoulder as the ambush on his ear continues. Finn's hand slowly dipping inside his pants only increased the sensation.

He rolls his hips forward in eagerness, his cock needs to experience some kind of attention and Finn is being very cruel about it.

"D-don't...Kriff...."

His words are breathless and his body is trying to remain to have some damn control of this situation. Finn knows damn well what going for his ear does, he can't even comprehend full sentences.

He loves Poe like this, loves to watch him get lost in it. It was far better than continuing that 'not enough' train of thought. They were going to win this war and have all the time in the galaxy...

For now, Finn's free hand moved up and down Poe's spine, his body pressing into his lover's. Absently, he could still hear the water from their empty shower. It was good that the Resistance was rationing everything, he very distantly thought, thinking it was good that the water would at least automatically cut off if they... got distracted.

Which is what they were doing right now when Finn's hand stopped it's trek south. "Don't what?" he asked breathlessly against Poe's ear, no longer nibbling on the lobe. He was pretty sure Poe wasn't telling him to stop, but it did good to check... and to tease.

Only past lovers and Finn had the luxury to witness Poe unfold in his desire and affections. Finn by far had been the only love that could push Poe so far over that edge and send his body into a bliss of raw pleasures that he had never experienced with another soul. Maybe this was actual love? Or maybe Finn just really knew how to please his body, satisfy him.

Once this war was over Poe knew that he wanted to give Finn the stars and more.

He had not yet reduced to whimpering or begging, he wasn't the type but on occasion even Finn could pull that out of him with hot kisses and rough touches. As for their shower? Poe has forgotten why they were in Finn's bathroom in the first place, his mind is far to distracted.

Eager hands tug along Finn's boxers enough to expose those well defined ass cheeks. He hums in content while he massaged tight cheeks.

"Tease."

He wanted to be touched.

Finn smiled and nipped at his ear again, a little harder this time. "I love teasing you." It wasn't like there wouldn't be a payoff, anyway, or that's how Finn saw it. He also had a lot more patience than Poe did.

He pressed his hips to Poe's, a gasp leaving him from the feeling of his lover's hands. Finn mouthed at Poe's neck for a second, his own hand cupping Poe's hard cock through his pants.

If this went on much longer-... "Shower wall or bathroom floor?"

That payoff almost always resulted in rough, passionate sex. The kind that didn't end throughout the night but lingered into the early morning until both their bodies were fully spent and exhausted from endless fucking.

"Yes you do."

He would have given Finn a sharp look if he wasn't already bathing in his boyfriend's touch. Poe's patience were almost always thin, increasingly so when it came to anything sexual with his exstormtrooper lover.

He smirked at that gasp and his hands didn't dare drift from Finn's ass. He continued to palm at those perfect cheeks, admired how they felt.

Finally the attention his cock had been craving but it still wasn't enough to please that burning need. His own hips roll against Finn's hand for the sake of more.

And here they are back to damn choices.

"Shower wall unless you're alright with bruised knees for awhile?"

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Finn does not mind bruised knees, just like he didn't mind offering Poe choices if only because they drove him mad.

He pressed a kiss to his neck in... sort of apology before continuing to pull Poe's pants down. "As much as I like to see you wet with your clothes on, these are going to get in the way."

More teasing from his smirking lips, more nipping at his neck. Finn was enjoying himself.

Poe knew that Finn wouldn't mind the bruises or slight discomfort. They both had a habit of leaving marks along each other in various places or just when the sex became a little harder than expected.

It was all enjoyable.

Finn should feel lucky that he was cute and damn good at what he does, if not Poe would have already lost that self control and he taken him on the bed. Perhaps he should have done that in the first place?

Poe was still slightly frustrated by Finn's cruel teasing but at least clothes were being removed and his cock would be free soon. Thank the damn stars.

Finn was going to pay for this in the sweetest of ways.

But for now he would settle with his lips sucking and nipping at Finn"s collarbone.

All part of his master plan, really. He'd either edge Poe within an inch of his life or get pinned down himself. Both were his favorite.

He pushed Poe's pants lower until his lover could kick them off himself, pressing a kiss against his ear again and turning him towards the water. "Get in," he muttered between kisses.

Finn's own clothes didn't matter to him nearly as much.

They both had their own little master schemes and dirty ways of teasing in order to see which of them could give in first. It was always a win win situation despite who lost the game.

Both men always enjoyed themselves.

The rest of his skin was able to breath after a moment of kicking his feet out of his remaining clothing. The shower was really going to do wonders in more ways than one. Mostly his cock was able to spring free, hot and hard.

His hungry for Finn's mouth all over again and when their lips meet his kisses are rough and needy. He doesn't break a single kiss off as he begins to walk backwards, its a talent and he pulls Finn along with him by the rim of his boxers.

They won't be on for long.

Finn, thankfully for the both of them, didn't have himself totally lost in their pleasure. One hand wrapped around Poe's back while the other blindly guided them in. The water that hit him in the face was chilly, goosebumps rising on his skin but not cold enough to put a stop to this.

He kept moving forward until Poe's back was pressed into the wall, as promised, still kissing him as deep as he could. His clothed hips rubbed against Poe's, grinding down, but his hands mostly stayed on the wall to brace them.

More of his teasing, really.

Finn only had himself to blame for Poe's actions. He had been the one to pull the pilot straight into a frenzy of need and want. It was game on from here on out. Finn knew that once he got Poe worked up that there was no going back.

The cool water that pounded down along the back of his head was a damn blessing in its own. It felt soothing against his still hot skin and cooled him by streaming down his hair and face.

The coolness of the wall pressed against his back offered him that same comfort and Poe found himself sighing in content.

His hips meet Finn's own in anticipation and he shifts so that his hand can wrap around Finn's clothed cock and offer eager squeezes.

Oh, dammit. He had to stop kissing Poe for a second to moan into his mouth. For some stupid reason, he hadn't expected Poe to step up his game very much. Maybe Finn needed to step up his.

For now, he decided to just forgo his clothes, finally kicking away the boxers and what was left of his sodden pants. Right, he'd promised something about pinning him to a wall. This was a good start, but-

Finn grabbed at Poe's wrists, attempting to hold his hands over his head. "How you doing so far?" he asked, a little smile playing on his face.

Consider your game matched, Finn. Poe had a very talented way of turning the tables when he felt fit. It was always about timing that perfect moment and catching his love off guard. Take it as a challenge that Poe Dameron is not giving in so quickly. A smirk settles along his lips and his hand begins a faint massage.

He matched Finn's moan with one of his own, a noise of approval once the other man finally has his hands trapped above his head. There is something about the way Finn pins him in a dominant manner that gets the blood pulsing within his dick.

"Could ask you the same." He challenged. "Looks like you almost gave in there for a second."

"Never," Finn gasps, having definitely almost gave in there for a second. "I like you too much like this."

He held Poe's wrists with one hand, the other moving down wrap around his cock and move slow, with an equally slow, deep kiss. Finn wanted more, too, a lot more. He wasn't going to rush this, though. Not unless Poe gave up first.

And with that thought, he took his hand away, grabbing on to Poe's hip to grind into him a little more.

"Bet you break first." That smirk along his lips was now a very cocky one. Daring words to say from a man who was half way there himself. Poe did live for that thrill.

Finn was going to have to try harder if he wanted Poe giving up first.

It was an echo of muffled moans Poe made and his cock twitched with need as Finn showered it with attention, given his movements were painfully slow. Poe rocked his hips in response none the less.

Poe wanted, needed as more as Finn did but he couldn't deny that he loved the pace. It did seem like it had been awhile.

"Mmm. Missed you."

Finn smirked back at him, rolling his hips to meet Poe's. "Missed you, too." It might have sounded playful and flirty, but Finn meant it with all his heart. He always missed Poe when they were forced to be separated. And missions made that longing worse.

He nibbled at Poe's bottom lip and started on his mission to drive Poe crazy. Finn pressed kisses along the sides of his lips before moving to his jaw, neck, collar. His free hand gripped at Poe's cock but didn't move this time, didn't give him that small release.

There'd be time later.

Poe already knew it meant the same. Missions where they both were seperated were often miserable, they were damn difficult. Not just the distance but there was that linger of worry that the other might never return.

His hips meet Finn's own with a craving to feel skin against skin. Finn was increasing his game. Good.

Poe's body shivered at both the nips and rain of kisses Finn decided to tease him with. He smiled to himself, bathing in the feeling. His arms wrap around Finn's waist and his hands fall right back along that tight ass.

"You know we're probably having floor sex after this, right?" He grinned with a raised eyebrow.

And what the he'll with the damn teasing?

He grinds his hips once again against Finn in that same frustration. "Are you gonna play with my dick or not?"

Poe's wrists slipping out of his hands was expected with how distracted Finn was. His lover's wet, naked body tended to do that.

He pressed an open, biting kiss to the front of Poe's neck, sucking a little but not enough to leave a mark (maybe). Then he started kissing down Poe's chest, smirking back up at his lover as he fell to his knees. "I think I said something about blowing you."

Had he? Probably. Didn't matter now.

Finn tucked his head down, getting out of the spray of water as he started leaving kisses over Poe's dick, slowly making his way to the head, still grinning to himself.

Finn could easily pin Poe again at some point in all their sexual teasing. Poe wouldn't complain and they both knew he would most likely persuade Finn into trapping his wrists a few good times before this night was over.

His head tilts back so that Finn can reach all those sensitive spots along his neck. Another weak spot that his boyfriend had discovered pretty quickly at the beginning of their relationship. Finn could leave all the damn marks he pleaded, Poe would worry about them later. The bite kiss and sucking felt to good to tell Finn to ease up. He's too busy moaning lowly anyways.

"You did." Because Poe Dameron is never going to deny getting his cock sucked and considering this is one of Finn's very fine specialties.

Those sweet kisses left Poe's cock aching for more and his back arches a bit in response.

Damn.

Well, Finn doesn't need much more urging than that. He goes ahead and takes Poe's cock fully in his mouth, slowly dragging his lips back down. Though he's giving it his all (and he's learned from the best), it's still kind of a slow process.

One hand goes to Poe's ass and the other moves up towards his chest while his eyes stay on Poe's.

Poe is always thankful that it doesn't take much convincing for Finn to suck him off and most of the time Finn takes on the task promises or not. Only sometimes does he insist Poe ask him nicely.

That's an enjoyment within itself.

Kriff, Finn's mouth is hot around his cock, wet and it takes everything within Poe not to give his lover a good mouth fuck.

Patience Dameron.

As of now he's eyes are going to flutter closed, hips arch and his head rests back against the shower wall.

Finn would ask Poe (in so many hand gestures) to fuck his mouth but he's still feeling too much like a tease tonight. Instead, he keeps with the slow pace, moaning his own pleasure, and moving Poe's hips with his hands-

And then he pulls off with a big grin, kissing the jut of Poe's hip.

"I love taking my time with you," he says (maybe repeats). "I love knowing that you're mine, and I can do what I want with you. Give you everything you want as slow as I want." And because he's not totally cruel, he does take at least the head back into his mouth again.

Poe would happily oblige to such a request and there has been a few good times Poe has became lost in fucking Finn's mouth, just the muffled noises vibrating along his cock has sent him spilling into Finn's mouth without warning.

But this particular evening his charming boyfriend is in a very teasing mood and Poe is perfectly fine with enjoying the pleasing torture. Finn does a damn good job, he knows Poe's body very well.

And gods does he love it when Finn kisses his hip like that, he bucks lightly in response.

Finn knows exactly what to say to either make his dick hard or his heart lightly flutter. In the back of his mind Poe often tells himself that he doesn't deserve such a love and at the end of the day Finn deserves much better.

It's a raging battle within himself. Maybe because Finn is good and that's difficult to find in war? Maybe its simply because Poe hasn't loved this deeply before?

His thumb lightly brushes against Finn's cheek and his hips roll forward in hope that Finn swallow more than just the head of his dick. He groans none the less.

"Keep taking like that and I'm going to think you love me or something", he grinned.

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sorry for the short one! lol

Its okies! Short replies are perfectly fine! :D 😊

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