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Frisk wouldn't that be a gorgeous picture? One that Poe could get off on for months. He loved how Finn's dark eyes would sparkle with desire when the two of them pleased one another with tongues, lips and touch. Just as it was enjoyable to watch his love's dick leak with pre-come due to being highly worked up.

If in the position Poe would have already licked at Finn's tip in pure content.

But for now he continued to fuck Finn's mouth wholeheartedly. His thrust fell a bit more aggressive with want but it never fell along that thin line of pain for Finn. His low grunting mixed with Finn's soft gulps and Poe could feel that familiar tightness build within his stomach.

Frisk.

Short nails dig into Finn's scalp while the thrusting of his hips increase in speed.

"Sweetheart...."

That was the only warning Finn was getting before Poe's orgasm hit hard. Bright eyes squeezed tightly shut as that wave of pleasure splashed down upon him hot and without mercy. A spasm of ecstasy that was electric.

"Kriff!" His words trembled as his load shot hot within Finn's mouth. Maybe even his face, hair or chest? Poe was too busy ravishing in his orgasm and groaning Finn's name to care.

It was always just a tad too overwhelming when Poe came like this. Only just, which is what always fooled him into thinking that he could handle it.

He eased Poe out of his throat and swallowed twice before finally just letting go, his hand replacing his lips to ride Poe gently through the orgasm. At least like this, he could finally watch him. Taking his own deep breaths, he mouthed and nipped at Poe's hips, his eyes up and staring into his lover's blissful face.

"I love you," he told him in a hoarse, rough voice between kisses. "If that wasn't obvious."

Finn should know by now that he drives Poe straight to that point of losing all self control and there isn't any holding back his hard releases, he can barely muster Finn a fair warning when drowning in lust.

He'll apologize later and make it up to his boyfriend.

Finn's hand isn't as pleasing as those perfect lips but it will get the job done. Poe's eyes flutter closed yet again while his back arches in response to his orgasm riding out. He bites down along his lower lip while his hips thrust against his lover's hand. The nips add to the sensation and pleasure.

Finn spoils him.

It takes him a moment to come down from that high, body slumped back against the wall while he steadied his breathing. Those three words bring a grin along his lips, a free hand brushed against Finn's cheek in respond.

"I love you more."

Oh, is that so? Finn's grin widened into something delightful and wicked before he stood up, crowding Poe against the wall. "Is that how we're going to be? Cute enough to make everyone groan?"

Though his voice was scratching and his throat ached in the best way possible, Finn didn't seem to mind. He nuzzled beneath Poe's jaw, hips and hard dick grinding into his lover's hips. "I love you more," he said with a little laugh before lightly sucking on a soft spot on his neck, not staying long enough to leave a mark.

Just as he was nibbling down to Poe's collar, the water cut off, reminding Finn that they were still in the shower. "Oh."

It was indeed so. They could argue about how much they loved each for the rest of the night and Poe would be fully content as long as they were tangled within each other's arms or pinned against the wall while their bodies danced as one. He offered his love a smirk while his hands rested along Finn's hips. "Possibly", he laughed with a nip to Finn's lower lip.

Poe made a muffled noise at the feeling of Finn's hard cock grinding against him. He needed to take care of that but at the moment he was enjoying how raw Finn's voice sounded due to his own dick. "I doubt that", he muttered as he tilted his head in order to kiss his boyfriend tenderly and lovingly. Warm lips eventually pull back and press light kisses along Finn's throat in a silent apology just incase he had been a little to rough.

Finn reversed the tables the moment he started nibbling and it sure as hell didn't take Poe long to slip right back into that bliss. The water shuts off and Poe's eyes flutter open once he doesn't feel the cool water anymore.

Finn laughs and presses one last quick kiss on the side of Poe's throat. "Maybe I just have to prove myself, huh? As if you don't get spoiled enough." See? At least he knows he's doing it.

He kisses him one more time on the chin before pulling away and opening their shower, reaching for a towel. He's still hard, very much so, but he's also patient. It's not like he won't get to come tonight. A few times, maybe.

So he sprawls a towel over Poe's head and pulls him closer, out of the shower. "Let me take care of you?"

Poe gives him a bit of a look followed by a nice nip along Finn's ear. "You're one to talk, sweetheart." Finn defintally receives his fair share of spoiling and Poe can't hide the crooked smirk along his lips. It's an equal amount of spoiling and they both don't care to go overboard with their actions. Finn deserved every ounce of spoiling he got.

A frustrated noise leaves Poe's throat when his body is no longer pressed tight against Finn's own. He already misses the skin on skin contact. Finn would be rewarded with his own amount of releases that night. Poe wasn't one to go back on his word.

Finn doesn't have to do much tugging considering Poe's body naturally attracts to Finn's own.

"Isn't that my role?"

When Poe's close enough, Finn leans forward and takes his lips again, smiling all the while. There's a sense of pride bubbling in him, as it usually does after he pulls off something like that. He loves making Poe feel good.

"Well..." When Finn pulled away again, bit his lip through the smile, casually running the towel through Poe's hair in a sorry attempt to dry it. He's a little distracted right now. "I do want to give you anything you want. You have a role in mind?"

Poe hums softly against Finn's lips, a hand reaches up to cup the back of his lover's neck once again in order to pull him that much closer. Poe could drown slowly in these kisses, he craves them like air for his lungs. Finn should already know that by now.

He places small kisses along Finn's shoulder as those strong hands work to dry his stubborn curls. He leaves a few nips along his trail. "You seem like you're the one with all the ideas tonight."

Finn laughs, throwing his head back as he does so and not so subtly giving Poe more room to work. "I just like taking care of you." A kiss to his temple. "Because I love you so much." A kiss to his temple again.

It's almost weird how happy he is right now.

The towel, which only sorta got the job done, drops down to Poe's shoulders and back as Finn moves closer. "I could tie you down and fuck you. Oh, or I could tease you all night since you just got off. I'd like that." He's teasing. Mostly. "We could get so filthy that we'd need another shower? But I guess that's the plan anyway..."

The tender kisses to his temple causes Poe to go a bit weak in the knees. Finn is really bringing his game tonight and Poe is bathing in every second of it. "I'm not complaining", he promised with a kiss to Finn's lips.

His love had every right to be that happy. Weird or not.

Every single option that Finn had just listed had Poe slowly licking his lips in anticipation. How in the hell was he supposed to choose just one when they all sounded delicious? His eyes were growing dark with arousal all over again.

"You really love tying me up don't you?" A grin spread along his lips at that thought and he moved to press himself closer to Finn's chest.

"Having that control over me..."

Finn chuckled deep in his chest, his hands on Poe's shoulders holding him more than drying him off.

"I like that you let me," he answered honestly. "I like that you trust me with it. That you want me to do it... And you're so pretty like that, when you only rely on me and you're out of your mind with pleasure. It's nice."

'It's nice,' he says like it's not the best thing he's witnessed in the galaxy.

Poe happily takes that to his advantage by leaning forward to press small kisses against Finn's solid chest. He wants to get his lover as worked up as much as possible if binding and teasing were to be involved.

"You find me pretty when I'm tied up and you're lightly chocking me?" He gives an innocent tilt of his head but both his hands move to grip along Finn"s firm ass, squeezing.

"I enjoy watching your face as you do so. That look you have within those dark eyes. You practically drown in the pleasure you know?"

Oh? "I didn't." Well, no, he sure as hell felt it. He just didn't know he showed it outwardly, too. "Makes sense. Shows how crazy you make me."

Speaking of, he was already worked up. His cock was still pressed against Poe's hip, still hard. And he wanted to do something about it, desperately, but he could wait. This seemed to be worth the wait, anyway.

"But yeah. You are pretty like that. I mean, you're always gorgeous, but... you know." Stroking his ego a little. Finn liked doing that, too.

He rocked his hips into Poe's, biting his lip. "I know I'd like to have you somehow." Maybe he's not all that patient after all.

"I like it", he confessed with another squeeze to Finn's ass. Finn looked pretty himself bathed in the glow of desire and want. Those dark eyes would sparkle with passion, arousal. "It's sexy", he adds with a slight grin.

Good, Poe enjoys it when he is. He reaches up so that he can trace his thumb along Finn's lower lip slowly as that grin stays along his charming face. His body has already started to ache for more attention thanks to Finn's hard cock pressed firm against his hip. He's going to help take care of that.

"I am aren't I?", his grin only grew wider before he placed a kiss along Finn's cheekbone followed by a slow lick.

"I'm yours for the taking." That's alright. Poe preferred it when he wasn't.

Yeah, Poe was a little vain. But he looked good and knew it. No crime in that, especially since Poe wore vanity so well. His confidence was a bit too sexy at times, drawing in eyes that Finn would prefer stayed away when he was feeling particularly possessive.

But that was on rare occasions.

Right now, he wasn't even thinking about that. Finn growled a little in his throat, bending at the neck to bite along Poe's shoulder.

"Floor or bed?" The floor might have less binding involved but it was certainly faster.

Only a little. He wore his cockiness like one of his favorite jackets. True it often got him into trouble at times but it was part of his charm. Poe had grown use to the lingering eyes of both women and men when it came to his striking good looks but he hardly paid them any mind at all now that he was fully committed to Finn and their relationship.

It was a huge turn on to know that Finn could become possessive at times.

"Your choice, sweetheart." Poe could possibly do the floor now considering he wasn't currently hammered but he left the choice up to his boyfriend. Whatever mood Finn was in he was ready for.

Finn growled a little again with some mix of frustration and consideration, biting the edge of his lip. He wanted him now but... he waited this long.

The towel slipped from his hands as he started tugging Poe back to the bedroom. They were still both wet and that would probably be a problem later, but he just wanted to lick Poe from head to toe so... Maybe another shower later or something.

He sat Poe down on the bed, kissed him hard, and started looking around for a few things. "Get comfortable." He wished he could draw all of this out, but, well, he still wanted now.

Poe would easily played into Finn's sexual frustration and often he would just add to it so that Finn was completely and utterly worked up. It almost always ended in dirty, rough sex and Poe wasn't about to deny either one of them that satisfaction. Poe loved it when Finn was wild with that passion and impatient with that want.

It was frisking gorgeous and it left Poe's cock hard in excitement.

Poe's lips linger against Finn's throat and neck while his lover pulls him back towards the bedroom. Finn's skin is still warm against his tongue and he doesn't hesitate to playfully lick at the little droplets of water that Finn had missed when drying them both off. He wouldn't mind licking Finn from head to toe himself but that was a race they could play later.

His moan is muffled by Finn's deep kiss but as he goes to pull away, Poe's yanking him back for another. He can get comfortable here in a moment, right now he wants the taste of Finn on his tongue.

"I love you more than anything", he sighs in pure contentment.

Finn wonders if maybe Poe could still taste himself in his mouth. Maybe. The thought sends a thrill up his spine, and he pushes into the kiss before remembering what he was doing.

The words, though. The words make him melt, and he forgets their game for a second. Finn's hand cups Poe's cheek as he looks at him, taking in this moment. When he kisses him again, it's softer, slower, warmer- Eventually, at length, he pulls away for a third.

"I love you so much. So so much."

One more little peck and he tries to bend away to find the binding again, hoping to be quick.

Poe just wants Finn's tongue claiming his mouth with deep, rough kisses. He's starting to feel his own need build back up tight and hot within his stomach. He wants Finn in every damn way possible and more.

He's feeling exceedingly greedy.

The game is placed on pause for a brief moment while the two exchange their affections for each other. Poe nuzzles his cheek against Finn's palm, his heart racing with lust and love for the man before him. It's rather ridiculous.

It melts his own heart to hear Finn mutter those three simple words back. He doesn't have too but it's so damn nice to hear when Finn does.

He finally lets his love go so that Finn can get back to what he was originally planning.

Finn doesn't stay gone long, just as addicted to Poe as Poe his to him. But when he emerges again, it's with a soft rope they've used before and a bottle of lube. The latter might end up being unnecessary but he's prepared.

He climbs into Poe's lap, his treasures put on the bed. "Want to be pretty for me?" he asks with a laugh on his lips, taking another kiss.

Poe bites down along his lower lip in anticipation. His mind contemplated the different scenarios that Finn could have in store for him. Poe was always intrigued by the sexual fantasies Finn wished to play out and he was always willing to take part in Finn's desires.

His arms admittedly wrap around Finn's waist and he can't resist the urge to arch his hips against him.

"I thought I was always pretty?", he play pouts with a nip to Finn's lips.

Finn smiles wide, a laugh in his voice. "You are. Of course, you are." He says it so soothingly, as if he's trying to placate his lover. And, really, he is. Poe deserved that kind of treatment.

His hands weave through Poe's curls. "I just think you're at your prettiest like that. Well, one of the ways, at least. There's a lot of different levels. I'll go through it later." It was only half a joke. Finn had a whole mental catalog filled with just images of Poe not counting all of his other mental catalogs belonging to his lover.

So he was on his mind a lot... That's fine.

Finn kissed his shoulder and gently held each of Poe's wrists. "I don't want to hurt your arms. Over your head or behind your back?" Finn would find a way for Poe to be comfortable either way. It was all about how badly Poe wanted to touch him in return.

Poe often enjoyed a little bit of sweet talk and his ego loved to be showered in compliments. Finn knew how to keep him well fed with both.

Poe melted into Finn's touch, eyes fluttering closed as his boyfriend's fingers combed through thick, wet curls. It's a tender way Finn shows affection and Poe loves having his hair played with. Anywhere from gentle combing to rough pulling during intimacy. "Really?" Color Poe very intrigued as his eyebrow raises in curiousity. Just what kind of mental images did this catalog consist of? "During or after you've fucked me?"

Finn better bet Poe is smirking.

"How would you prefer me?" Both choices sounded delightful in Poe's mind but this was Finn's game and he wanted his love to have the most enjoyable experience with it. Poe had been in both positions before with his lover, it all depended on which Finn enjoyed most.

"My arms will be fine. I can handle a little bruising."

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