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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.

"Gonna give me what I want for being pretty?"

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.

Frisk.

Finn slowly come back to himself, still panting against Poe's skin but at least a little less urgently now. As awareness comes in, he realizes he's putting most of his weight on his lover while noticing the glorious mess between them.

With a reluctant grunt, he shoves over to his side and rests his head on Poe's shoulder. He'll... get up in a second.

"That what you wanted?" he asks with a smile, voice nothing but gravel.

They can worry about that glorious mess later considering more of it is to be had. For now Poe is going to focus catching his breath and allowing his body to recover from his orgasm. He was already beginning to feel empty without Finn being shoved deep inside him.

He turns his head so that he can capture Finn's lips in a soft, tender kiss. Kisses with his true love never grow old or boring. Finn is hot against his own heated skin, both men a pure mess.

"It was", he replies with a grin of his own. "You're so damn perfect, you know that?"

Finn hums into the kiss, deepening for just a second until breath becomes slightly more important. Despite the mess, already mostly forgotten by Finn, he pulls Poe closer.

"You're perfect. You're incredible, and I love you." It all comes out in mumbles as he nuzzles into his lover, absolutely lost in comfort and bliss and love.

... He already knows they're going to be that kind of couple and he's so excited for every second of it.

Poe could kiss Finn like this until all the air left his lungs, hell even until the end of time and longer if he could. He lets the kiss linger before they both need a break to breathe. He presses his messy self against his love, cuddling close.

"You are adorable", he laughs and presses a kiss to Finn's forehead, tenderly and loving. "You're also wonderful, handsome, incredibly sexy", he grins before biting down along his lower lip. "I love you more than anything in this whole damn galaxy."

He couldn't express that enough.

If they were going to be one of those couples Poe couldn't think of anyone else he would rather be with. Finn was abosulty perfect.

Finn was about to send along his own teasing compliment but the last line brought him up short. It was still new, but he was pretty sure words like that would always feel that... huge. Especially during this war, it felt far too important and precious.

He wished he could take them away from this or at least promise to make sure Poe made it through to the end but he couldn't...

"More than anything," he murmured back, his hand gently carding through Poe's hair. Sadly, the teasing attitude was gone, replaced with something much more somber. "I love you more than anything."

Poe never wanted these deep, truthful and loving words to lose their meaning, ever. He hoped that every time he told Finn that he loved him that it felt just like the first time and never failed to melt his heart. He never wanted Finn to feel as though he was ever unloved because he was far from it. Poe loved him with every beat of his heart and more.

This war would end eventually and Poe tried his best to believe that they would win and peace would be restored. They could have their chance at a normal life, a proper one. No, he couldn't promise Finn that's how everything would fall into place but they could hold onto it.

Dark eyes soften as they fall along Finn's handsome face. Their playful moods had suddenly turned serious as they both fell back into reality for a moment. Here they both were, two lovers caught fighting in a war of the galaxy and stars.

"I'm not going to lose you, I'm not." There was a sharpness to his tone, a seriousness and a secret promise to himself. He wasn't going to allow this war to rip Finn from him.

His face fell with the declaration. Poe can't make promises like that, especially not to himself. At the same time, Finn could hardly be cruel enough to argue.

He carded a hand through Poe's hair again before pressing a kiss to his temple and drawing his arms closer. Finn began to untie the binding, hardly looking away from his lover's eyes, while he tried to think of a reply.

"You won't," he eventually settled on, finally freeing his lover's hands and pressing their bodies close again. "No matter what happens, you won't lose me. I'm always going to be with you."

In this life and the next... That was the best promise he could make.

Perhaps Poe had said too much? It was a selfish promise to make, one he couldn't guarantee Finn or himself. Poe has friends ripped from him already but he had made a silent vow to himself that his lover would not be added to that list. He would do whatever it cost to keep Finn alive, that was finale.

Call that selfish too but Finn was worth fighting for.

He nuzzles into Finn's touch, he's always been fond with the way those long fingers feel within his thick hair. It soothed him and brought him some much needed comfort. He presses a light kiss against Finn's shoulder before his wrists are set free, the skin red from such rough play. They would defintally bruise come later but always worth it.

Free hands move to wrap around the man he holds so close to his heart, the man he knows he's deeply in love with to the point its almost pathetic. He sighs against Finn's skin, eyes closing as he breathes his love in and allows his heart to both ache and melt at Finn's truthful response.

"We're going to win this wsr." He says it more to himself but he wants Finn to believe it just as much.

"I love you forever and always." That he could promise.

Winning the war... On some days it felt impossible, but Finn would never say otherwise. Hell, even thinking about the other option felt like playing with fire or something. Like if he believed in it hard enough, they had to win.

So he doesn't say anything in response to that. Just wraps himself around Poe, protecting him from everything. "Forever and always," he mumbles into his hair.

Soon he'd have to clean them up, sooth whatever pain was on Poe's wrists, and then tend to his lover when the next round inevitably began. Right now, he only wanted to be right here.

Poe doesn't want to admit that he's lost his faith but occasionally his doubt is evident. Crait had left his faith greatly shaken but he fought to keep his composure around Leia and the rest of the members of the Resistance. That spark that wildly danced within him was slowly fading, he couldn't allow anyone to witness that loss. Not with this war nipping so harshly at them all, now wasn't the time to let hope waiver when so many often looked at him for strength.

His face stays nuzzled against Finn's skin, his arms wrapped tight around his love as though Finn could fade from him at any given moment in time. "Forever isn't long enough." But it would do.

All that could wait, right now all he wanted was to be pressed against his lover in this moment of both peace and need.

His heart bled to hear that. They weren't going to have forever. Finn hoped they'd have a year- a month- a week. It would be kinder to say it now, to talk about what could happen to them in this war and what the other would go through if just one of them got to live through it all. It might soften the blow, prepare them...

Prepare Poe, anyway. Finn couldn't imagine the galaxy without Poe in it. If they were torn apart, it would by Finn's death, not the other way around.

So maybe that was part of the reason he didn't say anything.

Instead, he wanted them off of this subject. Finn tilted to take Poe's lips in his again, taking a deep kiss while his arm slunk around his waist. If he could distract his lover, that'd be enough.

Poe refused to weigh in on the odds, it was best he didn't considering how much of his faith had already faded. This war was not going to be an easy one to win, if they won at all. Every single one of them could be sought out and destroyed by morning, it was a harsh reality to accept. Their fates within all this chaos was never an easy conversation for either of them. One of them often avoided the topic or worse it led to a huge argument that left both men frustrated and hurt.

Poe didn't want to accept the fact that Finn could perish as much as Finn didn't want to accept that Poe could very well die himself, they were both huge targets for the First Order. Poe didn't want to imagine the galaxy without Finn in it either, he refused to live in one. It wasn't any question that he would very much indeed sacrifice himself for the sake of Finn's own life.

He wasn't going to allow a war to rip away his one great thing.

He accepts Finn's hint to drop the subject by sighing softly against Finn's lips, the kiss pushing away dark and fearful thoughts from his mind. Both hands cup the other man's handsome face, his own tilting slightly so that they could both better taste each other.

Finn moans into the kiss and tries to push everything from his mind, too. It's a little difficult, all things considered, but his hands start exploring again so the thoughts fade faster than they usually would.

But the kiss stays slow and loving. It's not that he doesn't want to get rough with him again, but this just seems to be the mood right now. And besides that, he wants to show Poe how much he's loved. Always wants to show him that.

His hands move low, cupping his ass then finding his thigh while he grinds into him. Finn's still soft but that hardly matters considering how good this feels.

Finn is all he needs to make dark thoughts slip far from his mind, at least for now. Now he just wants to focus on how sweet Finn's lips taste and how their tongues lock with deep kisses. His own hands move to caress parts of his lover that he's claimed.

He's perfectly content with the tenderness. Poe will never admit it because he loves rough, dirty sex but he really does enjoy when Finn falls into these loving and gentler moods, he's a damn sucker for them. Finn is the one that constantly deserves to be showered in and shown love, not Poe.

At least that's how that cocky pilot looked at their relationship.

He presses into Finn's touch, craving those wonderful hands all over again. He meets the grind with one of his own, a groan falling from his lips at the contact.

At least for right now, with them still most sated and lazy, they're both content to be gentle enough to carefully explore each others' bodies. Finn certainly is, his kiss deepening while he moans in answer.

His fingers trail down Poe's spine and stay close to his lower back. Finn still hadn't got up to clean them up but he sees little point if they're just going to get filthy again, anyway.

"Love you," he mutters in a breath, taking a kiss again while his free hand wanders closer to Poe's cock. Maybe, after coming twice, his lover is finally spent...

Poe is pretty easy to please when it comes to having Finn in his bed. He's happy with the softness that's currently between them, the way their hands gently caress each other's bodies with love. Poe is a man that's very sensitive to touch, he favors the times Finn wishes to explore his body and that he's able to do the same. His lover's body is perfection, one that's built strong and beautifully toned.

His own fingers rub a series of patterns along Finn's broad shoulders, often they trail along his neck and shoulder blades. Cleaning up would be pretty pointless right now considering both were in agreement for a second round. Its almost always Poe enjoys a long night of love making.

"Love you too", he hums against Finn's lips as he takes in another kiss, followed by another and another. His own hand gives Finn's hip a squeeze of encouragement.

Finn is in for a long night.

Oh. Yeah. He can tell this'll be a long night.

He's not complaining.

Finn smiles against him a little, the mood finally lifting a bit, at least for him. He presses some kisses to the side of his neck, nibbling a little when the mood strikes.

"What do you want, love?" he asks quietly, sweetly. "Anything. I'd do anything." And he would. That should probably be a little scarier than it actually is.

But there are options. He could tie him up properly this time. Let Poe fuck him for a change. Get his mouth in different places... Whatever Poe wants, Finn wants it, too.

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