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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.

Best. Request. Ever.

Finn's dominance rained over him like fire, it sparked every bit of sexual drive within him to complete maximum and his was already beginning to leak in eagerness. It was a satisfying thrill to have his wrists pinned by his love, tongue lost in his mouth while every inch of Poe's body begged for more. Slow was fine, wonderful actually. His head tilts to the side so that he can taste more of Finn along his tongue, deepen the kiss more with his own hunger.

Poe was such a sucker for slow, heated make-outs. Finn was also deliscious to kiss and lick.

Finn always knew what spots to hit in order to cause Poe to fully unfold. His sounds of content are muffled by Finn's tongue and lips, his hips rock freely with the rythem of his love's fingers.

Finn sighed into the kiss, his own hips grinding into Poe's, his weeping cock sliding against his lover's thigh. As much as he wanted to move along, Finn had a feeling he wasn't going to last very long once he was inside. Too keyed up from everything else.

But he could try.

"Are you ready for me, love?" He felt ready, so much so that Finn pulled his fingers away to get slick on his cock, sighing again from the feeling.

Poe wanted Finn inside him regardless how long he thought he could last. He had worked and teased Poe to his limit, he was ready to be fucked and teased even more to the point he breaks. He licks and nips at Finn's lips, his own cock pressed against his love's toned stomach.

Finally. What he's been dying too hear all damn day.

Hungry lips pepper hot, wet kisses against Finn's chest, Poe nibbled at the collarbone and his hips give a rough grind.

"I'm all yours."

Finn grunted against the affection, bending a little to press kisses against Poe's temple. "Yeah. You are." The reminder was excellent to hear, though. "And I'm yours, sweetheart.

He liked this. Now that they've broken through admitting their real feelings for each other, he liked the way the tone has... shifted? Not really anything different from their usual, but he liked knowing the true meaning behind every word even if he kind of knew the whole time.

Finn gets the angle right and presses into Poe, moving in short, slow thrusts until he's in completely, moaning softly in Poe's ear.

"Always", he promised with a sealed kiss to Finn's lips. He would remain Finn's for as long as Finn wished to have him and even well after. Call that being crazy in love if one wished, Poe was. His lips attach themselves to Finn's throat and suck lightly.

He liked this too. Their actions spoke volumes when they were alone together and even not. It was soothing to have the reassurance that Finn accepted his love and gave his own back. Yes Poe already knew but there was something about they both actually admitting to it that made his heart soar.

At each soft thrust, Poe gives a shuddered breath until Finn is fully inside. His head buries against Finn's shoulder, he can feel himself stretching around his lover in order to accept his size.

Finn has such a beautiful, seductive moan. Poe lets his teeth sink into the skin of Finn's shoulder once his love is settled in, a muffled groan slips from his throat.

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Finn waits a moment, letting Poe adjust before he begins to move again. It's a slow slide but it's smooth and soft. For now, anyway. He could already feel himself slipping control a little.

One hand buries into Poe's hair, moaning from the bite, while the other holds his bound hands as if to brace himself. His grip is hard because of it but he's pretty sure his lover likes that.

"You feel so-... Oh, I love you. I love you."

He's all right with dirty talk with the opportunity presents itself but sweet nothings are a little more difficult for him to get right. He has so much to say and everything that tumbles out of his mouth never feels like enough. It never feels like the things swirling in the pit of his stomach or the things Poe deserves to hear. But it's what he can do so he makes it work.

"You're gorgeous, you're perfect. I love you so much."

Finn already feels amazing buried inside him large, hot and delicious. The first press inside is Poe's favorite, not that being completely fucked isn't but he adores how Finn feels settling deep inside him, his tight walls stretching to accept his lover. It's always so perfect and blissful.

Poe's impatient cock weeps from both. Finn's aware that Poe craves the roughness when Finn chooses to bind him for a night of dirty sex and any kind of hair tugging/pulling/playing with drives Poe insane with need. He gives his love a well satisfied moan.

Poe is a natural sweet talker and he's one hell of a charmer. He prefers some real dirty talk but he has a way with the more tender conversations too. He wants to spoil Finn with his own words of affection that Finn needs to hear even if Poe has said them a million times over, he would say them a million more. He never wants Finn to once doubt his love or his feelings, he never wants his lover to feel unloved or unwanted because Finn could never be. Finn deserves so much and more, Poe wants to be the one that can give him all of that.

"I love you more", he grinned like some fool. "And forever and always."

Finn smiled and huffed a little laugh at him. They were never going to get out of that loop if Poe kept on.

"We'll see about that," he muttered, pressing a hard, deep kiss to Poe's lips.

Then he pulled away and grabbed on to Poe's hips, thrusting deep and hard and slow into his lover just to hear him. But whether he was going to say anything or even had the time, Finn started picking up the pace. His hand braced into Poe's shoulder, his thrusts a bit brutal like he liked it.

"Wanna beg for me?"

Poe could play the game all night if Finn was willing. He would happily argue about loving Finn more no matter how ridiculous it may sound or be.

"Uh huh", he challenged against his lover's lips, took the kiss with a deep and hard eagerness.

It was difficult to form any kind of words, that alone full sentences when Finn fucked him like this. Broken gasps and shakey whimpers were all he could muster against Finn's chest. His body fell into that steady bouncing against Finn's own, skin to skin as his lover claimed him. Those brutal thrust made Poe cry out in pleasure, they came both rough and delicious. They always left such a wonderful ache and were so pleasantly satisfying when given.

Poe loved being fucked hard by Finn and he made it a point to let Finn know.

"You gonna make me?"

Well, he's going to try and make him at least.

Finn slowed his thrusts but didn't make it any softer in the slightest. The drag out was slow and the push in was hard and fast, irregular enough to not be too predictable. He was biting his cheek hard to keep from coming but slowing down seemed to help no matter how badly he wanted the opposite.

His hand left Poe's shoulder to bury into his hair, pulling enough to expose his long, beautiful throat.

Poe accepts that challenge with confidence. He isn't one to beg during sex but Finn has clever ways of reversing that.

He grunts with each firm plunge and his ass slaps against his love due to force, that alone drives Poe crazy. He's trying to pin point Finn's rythem but every press received comes unpredictable. It made it complicated to set a suitable pace to allow his ass to bounce along Finn's dick, well played.

This was the most perfect mind of torture. If his hands were not bonded his nails would be dragging down Finn's back in a silent plea.

"F-Finn", he pants as the other man yanks at his hair and his head jerks back. Frisk he needs more, he needs more desperately.

But no begging just yet.

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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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