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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.

Good.

Finn never complains when it comes to these kind of heated nights, they occur often but never once grow tiring.

His own mood had lightened with the help of Finn's eager kisses and needy touches. He ducks his head to press warm kisses against Finn's solid chest, his tongue flicks out to brush against one of his nipples teasingly.

Poe chuckles softly at Finn's question, his face nuzzles against his neck. He's always flattered by Finn's determination to please him, honored and grateful but this isn't just about himself or getting everything he wants to satisfy him sexually, its about Finn too. This is an equal partnership and Poe never wants Finn to feel dissatisfied, especially when it came to sex.

Poe was just as willing to do anything Finn wanted so that his lover could reach that electrifying peak. He loved watching Finn come unhinged the moment his orgasm embraced him, it was magic watching him come hard.

"I want you any possible way that I can have you."

"You've already got me," he answered back with a smug smile.

Finn rarely thought of his won pleasure. He enjoyed doting on Poe, giving him anything he could ask for and more. And, in return, Poe allowed him to ravish him. But he still didn't really think of himself despite finding his own pleasure, anyway.

And how pleasurable it was.

His breath hitches when he feels Poe's tongue, a little moan leaving him, and then he gets an idea.

"Though... you could take me. Again. If you wanted." They did that sometimes. Not often, but Finn still enjoyed it.

Yes Poe does and he can honestly say that he doesn't deserve a lover like Finn, one that is so set on putting Poe first before himself. It never fails to fall into both men fighting to please and pleasure the other.

Poe had this tendency to shower Finn with every bit of affection he could produce. He wants to feel all of that loneliness Finn once felt with love, mend together that emptiness. He had always been willing to put his own needs aside if that meant Finn felt more wanted.

He begins to nibble and nip at the nipple he's decided to attack, a hand moves downward to grip one of Finn's tight ass cheeks, squeezing hard. He pulls back from his lover to let dark eyes gaze up to peer at Finn's handsome face. His tongue flicks out to lick along his own upper lip, that suggestion already exciting him.

"You sure?", he asks with all seriousness and concern. "I know you were a bit sore for a day or two last time."

But Poe can't argue that he doesn't abosulty adore it when he has Finn on his hands and knees, pounding his lover into bliss.

He remembers. Finn had grumbled and complained but he loved it. He loved the reminder, if nothing else.

"Oh, I'm sure," he answered in a pant against near Poe's ear, hips grinding into his. Besides, out of the two of them, Poe would be able to get hard again first.

Finn pulls away a little then, finding the bottle of lube they discarded a while ago before hovering over his lover. "Please? If you want to. You know I want to give you anything.

Poe remembers too because Finn had whined about it all week, even threaten Poe with no sex for a full week but that had only lasted a night. Poe knew how much Finn had enjoyed it, he was fast to show him come later.

Poe near groans at Finn's certainty. Poe favors when his cock is buried deep within the tightness of his soulmate's ass. The cries and noises Finn make while being grinded into the mattress are pleasurable on their own.

He gives Finn's ass cheek a good slap. Game on.

"You give me enough, sweetheart. You always do", he promises with a kiss to Finn's chin. "You swear you'll say something if it becomes too much?"

"I swear," he promises with a smile. Of course, he will. He's not going to do something he doesn't want to do.

At the same time, he likes it when it's too much. Poe's always so good to him when they do this.

Finn catches his lips in a kiss, putting the bottle into Poe's hands. "And you know I always want to give you more."

He studies his lover for a good moment. Finn wouldn't give him his word if he honestly didn't mean it.

Finn already knows just how much Poe enjoys it when it does become too much. It never fails that Poe gets lost in his lust, his desire and showers it all upon his lover.

He hums softly against Finn's lips, a hand cupping his cheek affectionately. "You spoil me."

"I know," Finn says with a quirked grin, kissing his lover deeply again before laying back in bed. Then decides against it and rolls over on his stomach.

"You deserve to be spoiled," he says with a sigh, getting comfortable. Then, an eyebrow raises as he smiles back to Poe. "Feel free to ravish me."

He brings his palm across those pert ass cheeks once Finn settles himself along his stomach. His lover makes such a beautiful picture like this, ready to be claimed in the most roughest of ways.

His hands palm at Finn's cheeks, massages them within his hands with a soft smirk.

"You're one to talk", he argues. He spoils his love as much as possible, without worry or regret. His cock near twitches at Finn's offer, he has to bite back a moan of eagerness.

"Plan on it, sweetheart."

Finn hums, pressing his hips back into Poe's grip. What they've been doing is already such a turn on. He's not totally sure how much more he can take.

"I'm yours, love."

He still can't get over the fact that they've finally spoken their feelings. He smiles about it again.

Poe tips his head to press kisses along Finn's spine, he takes his time while calloused hands move to smooth over his love's well defined body. He wants to savour in this moment as he does any with Finn.

"You're so gorgeous." And Poe would most likely be reminding Finn of that all night, along with saying I love you. He smiles himself, Finn loved him back. He had said it himself.

It still made Poe's head spin.

The fact that Finn was his, wanted to be his still stunned him and sometimes it felt far to good to be true. He doesn't keep Finn waiting any longer, his fingers now coated with lube. He's gentle when he presses in the first finger, he wants to see how much Finn can handle at first.

Finn rolls his shoulders in pleasure with a pleased smile as Poe starts kissing down his back. Then, not long later, he feels the press of fingers. His entire body shivers, his hips arching up into the touch.

"You feels so good," he sighs, eyes fluttering closed. Poe's being gentle but- "I can handle it."

"You feel good", he tosses back. Finn always felt and tasted phenomenal, it's intoxicating. Poe can't remember the last time a partner has made him feel so complete, no other lover had. Not like Finn.

He smiles at Finn's confidence knowing that his sweet lover wasn't wrong. He moans softly as he pushes his fingers within Finn a little harder, faster.

"I adore you like this, you know? Mine."

"Yours," he pants out, breathing in time with the motions, his hips moving to match.

They don't do this too often, with Finn on the bottom, but he loves it every time. Craves it even, especially once they start, he feels insatiable. Having Poe inside him is like nothing else. With this fingers already working, he can imagine it far too clearly, making himself moan with the memory.

He arches into it, biting his lip. "I love you. Feel so good."

Finn can blame it on Poe's possessiveness that causes him to plow his fingers hungrily within him. He wants to hit those delicate spots, make Finn cry and beg for him.

Its such a beautiful sound, a pleasing one.

He saviours when Finn falls into these moods, when his lover wishes for him to take him and lay his claim proudly. They don't happen often enough it seems and Poe loves having himself buried deep inside the love of his life. He adores how tight and percect Finn always feels around his length. Frisk and the way he moans, how his body moves so perfectly with Poe's own while Poe pounds him into the mattress with deep groans.

Kriff he couldn't wait to spill himself into Finn's perfect, pert ass. Bite down on his shoulder as he came fast and hard, Finn had that power over him.

And each time Finn mutters those three little words his heart flutters uncontrollably and that crooked grin forms on his lips. He twists his hand and presses his fingers deeper into Finn's tight hole, pumps a little quicker.

"I love you, sweetheart."

Finn knows Poe's possessive nature well. Even though he thinks that he should find it a little problematic at the least, he loves it. He loves teasing Poe as if he were innocent about the whole, showing harmless affection elsewhere and riling up his lover for a lust-filled night.

That's not what happened this time, but Finn can feel it on the edges. It makes his heart pound, his cock throb, and when Poe finds that spot inside him, makes him moan and writhe.

"Yes-" He pushes back against him, shivering. "Please, I need you. I'm yours, baby. Please."

His possessive spirit is hard to tame when it comes to Finn, most of the time Poe doesn't want to control it and it only seems to intrigue Finn that much more. Maybe they should talk about it in the future? Poe encourages the teasing and they both know he can't deny how much he adores being riled up no matter how frustrated it leaves him before the finale act.

"You're so kriffing gorgeous when you beg for me like that, sweetheart." That's what makes his own cock throb and beg for any kind of attention. Soon.

He reaches behind him to snatch his scarf that's near by, with a little grin he ties it around his love's eyes.

"Ready for me, handsome?" He breath hot against Finn's ear.

What Finn wants, he gets.

Oh, he hadn't expected that. The shiver that goes down his spine and rocks through his whole body shows that Finn is definitely not complaining. He moans as the blindfold is cinched tight, shivering again when he feels Poe's breath on his ear.

Oh, yes.

"Always." He comes out as a breathy pant, suddenly desperate. "Poe, please-"

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These two fools are a damn mess. I love it 💕

they're precious!!!!!

Yes they are!

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