[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.
"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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Finn hums in his chest, leaning forward to bite lightly into Poe's neck. He's enjoying himself way too much to give Poe what he wants, no matter how much he wants it, too.
"Yeah?" he asks with a deep, rough voice, panting against his lover's skin. "Need something, sweetheart?"
His thrusts get a little rougher and that's just because he's starting to lose himself in this, not that he's going to tell Poe that. No, no, he doesn't want to interrupt the little noises his lover is making for nothing.
"So pretty like this..." Then he smiles, realizing what he said. "Always pretty."
Poe accepts that bite with a secret bit of greed, his lips parting so that he could groan rough and loud. Finn was being incredibly insistent about giving into what Poe wants. He would have growled in annoyance but his desperate moans wouldn't allow him to do so.
He wants more biting along his heated skin, he wants Finn to leave sloppy, wet kisses in all of his tender spots but most of all he wants his lover to grip his tied hands and fuck him ruthless. The thin line of who actually had the control was always enjoyable to play out, excitingly rewarding.
He's not giving in just yet but he'll gladly suck along Finn's earlobe as their bodies slap together. He already knows that Finn is losing that grasp of control and one of two things are going to happen very soon; either Finn is going to break or Poe will start begging. It's that simple.
He makes a muffled noise in response to Finn's question. He lover knows what he wants.
He smiles at being called pretty, face nuzzling at Finn's shoulder.
Finn's smile leaves quickly thanks to the sounds Poe's making. A growl escapes him then as he finds another spot to bite a little harder, a sensitive spot where shoulder met neck. Those moans-
"I always give you what you want," he answers breathlessly, free hand moving up to grip hard at Poe's wrists again, his other twisting a little tighter into his lover's hair. "Depends on how patient you are... How patient are you?"
It doesn't really matter. Finn pants the words more than he says them, trembling a little with need. And he begins to lose himself, his thrusts moving a little harder, a little faster. He hasn't finished letting go but he's in the process of doing away with this game and getting to their prize.
Poe's tongue flicks out to lick Finn's lips, this isn't a fair game after all and Poe if he has no use of his hands he'll just find other ways to tease. His love shouldn't be surprised at all by his tricks. That growl sends a satisfying shiver shooting down Poe's fine. Finn always sounds sexy with he makes noises like that, his voice rough and ragged. Poe takes great honor in causing such sounds of pleasure. He welcomes that shaper bite and he doesn't dare hold back bucking his own hips wildly.
He presses his lips against the ear he had been laying claim too, he moans Finn's name repeatedly.
Always.. "Love it when you do, sweetheart", he whimpers. He's becoming breathless with the way their bodies are slapping together, skin against skin. Those tighter grips only have Poe crying out more desperately, teeth clamping down along his lower lip. "E-enough", he gasped out in answer to Finn's question.
He's losing himself quick.
Those rougher and faster pace thrusts couldn't have came at a better and much needed time. He's finally able to find that perfect pace to ride along Finn, bodies dancing perfectly together mixed with wild cries and hard bites.
Well, he'll just have to work on that begging thing later, not that Finn's giving it much thought right now. Poe's teasing and desperation mixed with his own lust and dwindling patience was never going to hold out for long.
He takes a hard, biting kiss before leaning up to get a better angle. He braces his hand on Poe's wrists, adding more pressure, while the reaches around to hold on to his lover's thigh.
"Dammit, I love you," he pants or groans or whimpers as he finally gives Poe what he wants. He moves hard and fast, chasing exactly what they both need.
Finn has the rest of the night to make Poe beg for him, if he keeps pulling stunts like this it wouldn't be hard. If begging was going to be the result of being fucked like this again then Poe would happily oblige. Truthfully he didn't think Finn would be so into begging, he's not surprised and adores that side of his man.
Very much how Finn is into bondage. Poe counted himself lucky that Finn didn't shy away from his desires and fantasies. And fine, Poe loved being tied up.
Poe's wail is lost somewhere with Finn's tongue in his mouth, lips fully parted. That rough bite of a kiss made him cry out in a pleasurable kind of pain, Kriff he might feel that later. It strings and nearly leaves Poe whimpering for more. His secured wrists are starting to ache deliciously, they'll be bruised come sun rise. Dark eyes peer back at his lover when he feels that added pressure to his wrists, sparking with not only desire but that love.
"I love you", he cries desperate and breathless. His forehead falls against Finn's shoulder and his eyes have gone close. His body continues to slap against Finn's own and he begins to feel his skin grow wet with sweat.
"H-harder", he gasps and his voice pleading. "Finn, harder. Harder..."
His pleas sound enough like begging to Finn's ears, and he eagerly obliges. His pace picks up, pounding into Poe until he's sweating, too. The exertion has him far too close, so he tries to angle himself a little better, tries to hit that spot Poe loves so much.
It's a little difficult, but the hand bracing him up moves away to quickly stroke his lover's cock, inadvertently adding more pressure to his bound wrists. It's not something he can keep up for long but he's pretty sure he doesn't have to.
Besides, he can't last much longer, anyway. Panting Poe's name and his love for him against his skin, Finn thrusts harder and comes with a wail.
Maybe it was begging all along but Poe had a talented way of disguising it? His desperate cries fall into satisfied moaning/screaming. Come sunrise his body is going to be beautifully bruised and aching for he and Finn are only now getting started with a night filled of endless love making. He bites down along Finn's shoulder once his lover succeeds in finding that spot.
Finn knows the one. That spot that leaves Poe wailing in pleasure.
His body is slick with sweat, hot from jolting against Finn's well defined form. Poe would never grow tired or bored with these kind of nights. His weeping dick would thank Finn soon enough for those gracious jerks.
That last hard thrust has Poe crying out with his own release, coming hard against Finn's touch. His lover's name falls from his lips while he rides out his orgasm and soon his head falls back against the pillow.
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Re: i am sooooooooo sick rn so im sorry for slower than usual replies lol
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.
♥♥ Hope you feel better soon, too!!!
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.
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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.
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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?"
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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."
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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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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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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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."
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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."
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"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?"
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"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?"
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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.
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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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"Yeah?" he asks with a deep, rough voice, panting against his lover's skin. "Need something, sweetheart?"
His thrusts get a little rougher and that's just because he's starting to lose himself in this, not that he's going to tell Poe that. No, no, he doesn't want to interrupt the little noises his lover is making for nothing.
"So pretty like this..." Then he smiles, realizing what he said. "Always pretty."
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He wants more biting along his heated skin, he wants Finn to leave sloppy, wet kisses in all of his tender spots but most of all he wants his lover to grip his tied hands and fuck him ruthless. The thin line of who actually had the control was always enjoyable to play out, excitingly rewarding.
He's not giving in just yet but he'll gladly suck along Finn's earlobe as their bodies slap together. He already knows that Finn is losing that grasp of control and one of two things are going to happen very soon; either Finn is going to break or Poe will start begging. It's that simple.
He makes a muffled noise in response to Finn's question. He lover knows what he wants.
He smiles at being called pretty, face nuzzling at Finn's shoulder.
"Gonna give me what I want for being pretty?"
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"I always give you what you want," he answers breathlessly, free hand moving up to grip hard at Poe's wrists again, his other twisting a little tighter into his lover's hair. "Depends on how patient you are... How patient are you?"
It doesn't really matter. Finn pants the words more than he says them, trembling a little with need. And he begins to lose himself, his thrusts moving a little harder, a little faster. He hasn't finished letting go but he's in the process of doing away with this game and getting to their prize.
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He presses his lips against the ear he had been laying claim too, he moans Finn's name repeatedly.
Always.. "Love it when you do, sweetheart", he whimpers. He's becoming breathless with the way their bodies are slapping together, skin against skin. Those tighter grips only have Poe crying out more desperately, teeth clamping down along his lower lip. "E-enough", he gasped out in answer to Finn's question.
He's losing himself quick.
Those rougher and faster pace thrusts couldn't have came at a better and much needed time. He's finally able to find that perfect pace to ride along Finn, bodies dancing perfectly together mixed with wild cries and hard bites.
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He takes a hard, biting kiss before leaning up to get a better angle. He braces his hand on Poe's wrists, adding more pressure, while the reaches around to hold on to his lover's thigh.
"Dammit, I love you," he pants or groans or whimpers as he finally gives Poe what he wants. He moves hard and fast, chasing exactly what they both need.
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Very much how Finn is into bondage. Poe counted himself lucky that Finn didn't shy away from his desires and fantasies. And fine, Poe loved being tied up.
Poe's wail is lost somewhere with Finn's tongue in his mouth, lips fully parted. That rough bite of a kiss made him cry out in a pleasurable kind of pain, Kriff he might feel that later. It strings and nearly leaves Poe whimpering for more. His secured wrists are starting to ache deliciously, they'll be bruised come sun rise. Dark eyes peer back at his lover when he feels that added pressure to his wrists, sparking with not only desire but that love.
"I love you", he cries desperate and breathless. His forehead falls against Finn's shoulder and his eyes have gone close. His body continues to slap against Finn's own and he begins to feel his skin grow wet with sweat.
"H-harder", he gasps and his voice pleading. "Finn, harder. Harder..."
i live!!
It's a little difficult, but the hand bracing him up moves away to quickly stroke his lover's cock, inadvertently adding more pressure to his bound wrists. It's not something he can keep up for long but he's pretty sure he doesn't have to.
Besides, he can't last much longer, anyway. Panting Poe's name and his love for him against his skin, Finn thrusts harder and comes with a wail.
GLOMPS :D
Finn knows the one. That spot that leaves Poe wailing in pleasure.
His body is slick with sweat, hot from jolting against Finn's well defined form. Poe would never grow tired or bored with these kind of nights. His weeping dick would thank Finn soon enough for those gracious jerks.
That last hard thrust has Poe crying out with his own release, coming hard against Finn's touch. His lover's name falls from his lips while he rides out his orgasm and soon his head falls back against the pillow.
Frisk.
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These two fools are a damn mess. I love it 💕
they're precious!!!!!
Yes they are!
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sorry! it's short!
No need to be sorry!!!! 💞
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I'M SO LATE ON THESE I'M SORRY SPACEBAE!!!!!!! ♥♥
NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE MAH SPACEBAE!!!! IM EPIC FAILING AT TAGS D:
OTZ this is our lives now i guess lmao
I am so very sorry this took 27 yrs mah space bae 😭💔