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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."

Finn kissed along Poe's shoulder, moving closer to his neck while his hands trailed down to his wrists. His hands pulled Poe's to his front. "Maybe during, if you're good for me. It's not just how you look during this, though."

He pulled away far enough to watch what he was doing, making sure Poe's wrists were bound together securely but not tight. "Like, I enjoy watching you work on your x-wing. It is sexy, seeing you covered in oil like that, but it's about you being in your element, too. Concentrating so hard on something you love."

Hands tied together and Finn's holding his, he moved forward again to kiss behind his ear. "You're so gorgeous. All the time."

Poe tilts his head back slightly as he feels those soft kisses moving closer towards his neck, its an open invitation for Finn to kiss along one of his weak spots. "Mmm, no promises", he replies casually with that cocky Poe Dameron smirk.

Poe felt his cheeks flush at Finn's honest compliments and his eyes were so fixated on his love that he hadn't even noticed his wrists were bound together. There had been plenty of times Poe felt Finn's eyes observing him as he worked freely on his X-wing. Lately he had been asking Finn to join him while he worked so that he could teach Finn some of the basics of a ship. It was an excuse to have Finn in his company and it was a much easier way to sneak a few kisses without having to find somewhere quick to hide. However; that was just as enjoyable.

"And you know I'm most likely going to fuck you once I'm done working." There wasn't any "most likely" about it, sex was always had.

The sweet kiss behind his ear sends a shiver down his spine and a warm smile spreads along his lips.

"You're one to talk, handsome."

Finn huffed a little laugh again, moving away far enough from his ear to press another kiss to his lips. "Well, you are the most gorgeous being in the galaxy. I suppose that makes you the authority on good looks."

One hand pressed to Poe's chest, pushing him back, while the other held Poe's wrists and pulled his arms above his head. Before he was even down, Finn was already on top of his lover.

"You do like to fuck me, huh? Almost as much as you like being fucked?" It was almost an honest question as he started peppering kisses over his chest. Maybe they could work something like that out...

But, wow, Finn's glad he hadn't found a release yet. Poe's endurance was far better than his.

If Finn continued to stroke Poe's ego like he was the exstormtrooper might just find himself in for a whole night of dirty sex and passionate make-outs. Of course wasn't that the plan already? "I believe you're a little biased, sweetheart."

Poe allowed his body to settle against Finn's sheets. The fabric stuck to his skin slightly but it was cool against the touch, soothing. His body shifts once Finn is on top of him and Poe finds himself grinning once more. Finn never failed to look gorgeous on top of him like this.

Poe bites down along his lower lip hungrily while bright eyes peer up at his love in earnest. "I do." His reply was truthful as his body squirmed against Finn's own. Those kisses were only adding to his eagerness.

He needed Finn.

Finn's opinion was completely objective, thank you. Absolutely nothing biased here. Mostly. Sort of.

Maybe. No one could blame him for making such a bold claim, though.

Instead of thinking about that, he thought about what his next move would be, mouthing at one of Poe's nipples absently as he considered his options. With Poe like this, he could at least take his time. Well, if he was feeling patient, anyway.

And as much as the idea of riding Poe was really enticing, fucking him felt like a much better option for his own needs right now. "I'll need to get you ready for what I have planned," he idly mentioned, a hand reaching for the bottle of lube while his kisses began moving down his ribs. "Okay?"

Finn could easily argue that Poe could be biased himself but Poe viewed it as both of them being allowed to make such bold claims about their lover. They were two fools in love.

Poe can't resist the urge to wiggle a little more in reaction to Finn's hot mouth along his nipple. It only makes his body grow hotter and his dick throb impatently. He enjoys when Finn teases him and takes his proper time exploring and working up Poe's body. He appreciates the fact that Finn doesn't always want to jump right into humping but instead focuses on a little four play. Unfortantally Poe doesn't know how much teasing his body can endure before he starts demanding Finn to fuck him.

This is what happens when you date a hotheaded pilot being groomed to be a leader.

He has no issue with allowing Finn to have the first official fuck of the night, he's beginning to starve for more attention. The kisses along his rips help release some of the tension while he lazily hums in reply, bathing in the feeling.

Finn smiled up at Poe, gently taking the head of his cock between his lips while Finn slicked up his fingers. But he didn't linger and that was probably a bit cruel.

He sat up on his knees, nudging one of Poe's legs aside, fingers dancing across his inner thigh and leaving a trail before finding the goal. His free hand braced over Poe's chest, holding him down while a finger traced the edges of his hole and slipped in.

"How's that, love?" he murmured down to him, so excited he could call him that now.

[ooc: no need to apologize at all. Unfortantally I'm becoming sick myself. It's gradually creeping up on me and I just know its going to hit me hard in the next day or so.

I hope you feel better soon. Sick sucks.]

Poe gives a sharp whimper when Finn doesn't keep those perfect lips along the head of his dick for as long as he had hoped. It was a bit rude actually but Poe understood that his lover had other motives. He would forgive Finn for now.

He squirms gently against Finn's finger as his lover slips within tight walls, Poe sighs in content. The sensation is purely electric and Poe doesn't hold back a slow roll of his hips.

"Perfect", he smiles in lust.

"You're perfect," Finn teases like a dope, leaning forward until he can kiss across Poe's stomach again. His eyes stay on his lover's face, though, totally enraptured in the expressions he makes like this.

As usual. It's always a bit difficult for him to look away.

He starts sucking on a nipple again while gently adding another finger, just to watch his reaction.

Perfect. What a bold word to use when it came to Poe Dameron. He clearly had the attitude to match such a word but deep down he sure as hell didn't feel so perfect at times, not with the careless and selfish mistakes he has made as of late.

Finn still found him perfect despite all his flaws. Poe's heart would always melt at such a tender and kind word. Poe Dameron was not perfect but he was in the eyes of the love of his life.

His hips arch to greet Finn's second finger and he aches desperately with the need to rock against them. Eyes remain closed as his handsome face spills over with passion.

Finn smiles to himself as he watches Poe. Really, he should tell his lover more often about how perfect he is.

He adds his third finger only slightly too soon, counting on the burning sensation it'll leave as he kisses his way back up his chest. His lips take Poe's but it's a sloppy, open kiss that mostly leaves him hungrier than before.

All the while, his hand and fingers stay moving, being slow and gentle and careful. "Still feel as perfect as you are?"

Only if Finn can handle Poe's ego after feeding it with so much love and affection. Poe doesn't deserve any of it but he's going to bask in attention for as long as Finn is willing to provide it.

The sting of Finn's third doesn't come unexpected but he tightens around them in response. He whimpers desperate against his boyfriend's lips, hips arching off the bed in hunger. He frisking loved it when Finn's fingers were burrowed within him, he craved it. Kriff did he. His deep, soft moaning should be a clear indication.

"Mhmm", he purrs while his eyes flutter open. "Keep kissing me, touching me."

Easy request.

Finn's free hand moved up his arms until he found the bindings, holding Poe's wrists to remind both of them how vulnerable he was like this. Though he was panting breaths, Finn tried to kiss him deeper, moving slower to accommodate for it. That was fine, though. Moving slow right now felt amazing, anyway.

His fingers pumped into Poe just as slow and gently as his kisses, spreading and moving, trying to find that spot in him that would make him feel even better.

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i am sooooooooo sick rn so im sorry for slower than usual replies lol

Re: i am sooooooooo sick rn so im sorry for slower than usual replies lol

♥♥ Hope you feel better soon, too!!!

Thank you 💕

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