Poe fought the temptation to grind himself against his lover, that would be cheating, extremely unfair but Finn wasn't exactly playing by the rules either. Did this game have rules? Finn gets a nip to his ear either way.
Poe will not fall in battle!
"Your legs would look nice wrapped around my waist." Distracted 101.
Finn earns himself another noise of frustration as he goes in for another attack but Poe once again stands his ground and refuses to let Finn get him down.
"I'm spanking you later", he growls.
I'm late to this but I do, too. Apparently parts of the US is starting to level so... /HUGS/
"That's your warning." Poe is dominant by nature, he's shown it a damn good time or two within the Resistance and it can often intensify in the bedroom. He sometimes struggles to keep both at bay having been blessed with an incredible lover.
All rules have officially gone out the window as of now. A hand grips along Finn's leg and he slowly grinds himself against his love's perfect ass. It's allowed.
"You might wanna get on that."
He offers another grind before he's able to twist his body perfectly with little effort and make his escape.
Finn thinks that this is it, he's won, but then Poe's gone from his grasp almost instantly. He has to blink to come back to the moment, his whole distraction scheme backfiring big time on him, before he hops to his feet.
Dammit, he's already panting and half hard. This is not going to be easy. Not that it seemed possible before.
Again, back to the original question, how the hell does Poe move like that? Where had he learned it and why hadn't Finn seen this before now?
Right. Later. He takes a deep, steadying breath. "Playing hard to get doesn't suit you, sweetheart," he says, waiting. If he can work on the defensive instead, maybe...
Sorry this is so late. This depression bs SUCKS!!!! I don't like it! 😡
Poe could have easily let Finn have his way by forcing him down as the goal intended, his body practically begged for Poe to give in but there was a game to be played here. The more he stirred Finn up, the rougher the sex later. He was craving for Finn to be dominant in their night to come, he needed that firmness.
Poe had not intended for this sparring session to turn sexual and he was an idiot not to think their bodies pressing together wouldn't trigger a sexual reaction. Watching the way Finn's body move had already called attention to his cock.
Kriff he just wanted to crush their mouths together and let Finn have him. Dark eyes pay full attention to Finn's movements and once more Poe has him in another lock, this time hands pinned behind the back.
"I'm not pouting," he pouted, more confused than upset. How had he moved that fast? Finn was by far not helpless in a fight, but what was this?
Dammit. Instead of trying to play this with any sort of strategy, he tried basic brute force, trying to get his hands free with a grunt. "Guy gets mixed signals like this. Who exactly do you want under who here?"
"You're pouting and its pretty frisking adorable", he grinned. A little to adorable for that matter to the point it made Poe only wish to kiss him more. Truthfully he just wanted his lips anywhere on Finn's toned body.
Focus Dameron.
He tightens his hold along Finn's wrists while pressing their bodies closer together. Poe desperately needed that friction and he doesn't dare stop himself from letting his lips linger along Finn's neck.
It's just a bit of innocent teasing. He wants his lover riled up and bothered.
"Mmm, I thought you would appricate a good chase, babe?" He knew damn well Finn did. "Need a bit more motivation?" He twists Finn around with one fast motion and crushes their lips together in a desperate, longing kiss. This kiss wasn't gentle, in fact Poe forced Finn's mouth open with his tongue so that he could taste his love properly.
With a swift bite to Finn's lower lip, he pulls away with a smirk.
Finn only has half a heartbeat to moan, kiss back, and reach for Poe before his lover is pulling away again. With that smirk. He bites his lip, feeling the ghost of Poe pressed against him.
He's not curious anymore. Not necessarily angry either, but he knows the game Poe's trying to play and it's working. Finn wants. If only he knew how to get.
To hell with it. Poe's going to win anyway, so he'll give it all he can. The things he's learned are no good here, and his lover is too fast for him to form a strategy beforehand. Improvisation it is.
He rushes Poe again, aiming to impact him right in the chest for right now. That's probably going to quickly change, though, and he's ready for it. Poe's fast, but he's still watching intently to every move his love makes.
So much so that giving into instinct has given him a whole new perspective, almost sensing Poe and what he may or may not do a few seconds before he does. There's no name for the feeling, Finn believes, but it's a part of him so he goes with it.
Poe already misses the taste of Finn along his tongue, that toned body pressed hard against him. This game is near torture on them both but its well worth it for what comes after, heated kisses, desperate touches and lustful sex.
Poe didn't know how much longer he could keep this going, his body was on fire with desire.
That determined look within Finn's dark eyes sent a shiver rushing down Poe's spine and his cock makes it a point that its getting highly aggrivated trapped within his pants while all this teasing is going on. Perhaps he has an unhealthy obsession with how constant he craves his lover?
He cautiously observes Finn's next plan of attack, his eyes take in his lover and there is something about the way he's moving now that's fascinating.
It's different.
Both bodies change course last second and Poe makes a noise as they clash together. That wasn't really expected or planned and now both men had the other in some form of a hold.
It was. He's honestly pretty surprised that he caught him at all. Sadly, he has no idea how he did it.
But he's on a roll. "I like new," he grunts and tries to take him to the ground. Finn taps into that same knowing feeling, knowing that he would do this, knowing how to sweep Poe off his feet.
This roll probably wasn't going to last much longer...
Poe had this look within his dark eyes, a gaze that was intrigued and puzzled. Had his boyfriend been keeping his own secrets? It wouldn't be fair for Poe to be angry or upset if Finn were doing so, he wasn't being honest himself and he had plenty himself.
Poe didn't know how he felt about this "new."
The low, frustrated growl from deep in his throat is evident of that. Was Finn keeping his own secrets? Was this a secret he could have possibly shared with Rey and not Poe specifically? That thought triggers his jealously and although it isn't right of him to be annoyed all things considering, he's very much so.
His gaze turns into a hard stern one. They both aren't much on their footing which sends them colliding down hard upon the mat beneath them.
He has no idea how he managed to pull it off but he finally has Poe pinned. The frustrated growl just made victory feel all that much better. Yeah, Poe was good, but Finn's dumb luck is apparently better.
Feeling like he's won, that the match is over, Finn leans up to smirk down at his lover, hands on either side of his head. "Gotcha." And then he realizes the look on his face isn't lust.
Well, it's not 100% lust, anyway.
His smile falls, confused. "What? You asked me to catch you."
Poe wanted to be caught but that wasn't how this game truly work. He was never caught by his opponent. What in the frisking hell was this? He knew he hadn't gotten rusty in his own training, he didn't overlook a step or miscalculate a damn move, how in the bloody stars was Finn able to take him down?
Pure luck wouldn't even be an option given the training Poe had. Finn wouldn't be capable of catching him unless Poe allowed it and Poe hadn't. Well, not yet anyway.
"What in the hell was that?", he spits out confused and bitter. His dark eyes gaze up at Finn for an answer or was he going to dodge the question too? Poe knew he couldn't fault him if he did.
Okay, his smile truly falls into concern now, his stomach falling with it. He racked his brain of the last few second, glancing over to Poe to make sure he hadn't injured him. But he looked okay and wasn't really acting like he was in any pain.
Had he done something wrong? What had he done wrong? There were still so many little things about civilian life that he didn't understand, but Poe was usually patient with him in explaining things.
"I caught you," he said simply again, getting increasingly concerned. "What's wrong?"
If he wasn't frozen in place, he would have crawled off of Poe by now.
If the distressed expression written upon his boyfriend's face wasn't enough of a clue that Poe had startled him the sudden tension of the body would have. Poe felt his own stomach drop, he hadn't meant to confuse or worry Finn with his actions. Finn had this tendency to become anxious when he felt he had done something wrong. A habit Poe had been patiently working with him on.
His own look falls apologetic, his stern eyes growing soft and a hand comes up to cup Finn's cheek. It's not long after he lifts his head to press his lips gently against Finn's own, a kiss to reassure Finn that he had done nothing wrong in the slightest.
"You did", he agrees gently. Both hands drop to rest along Finn's hips, keeping him in place as Poe peers up at him still baffled. "I just don't understand how."
Finn, still feels like he'd done something wrong. At times, he wonders if Poe coddles and lies to him, tells him that he hadn't done wrong when he had just to relax him, and this is one of those times.
He still looks worried but not as badly as a moment ago. More concerned now, he supposes, especially since he doesn't know.
"Luck? I thought it was luck. I couldn't catch you so I just-..." He has no idea how to word it and shrugs. "-decided to catch you. Did I hurt you?"
Maybe Poe's pride, at the very least, which is still something that Finn doesn't want to wound, anyway.
Poe frowns when Finn's facial expression hardly changes at all. Great. He's upset his boyfriend because he decided to be a complete ass about losing. "Its alright", he tries again. This is a constant battle at times with Finn but Poe would never lie to him, he didn't have the heart too and lying would only add complications to their relationship.
It also wouldn't help Finn in these certain situations.
"I don't think that's how luck works." If it was Poe needed to get Finn to a local cantina and try this luck. Whatever the hell Finn had managed to do was not simple luck, no. "And how do you just decide you want to catch me?"
When Poe can't be caught unless its on his own terms.
"No you didn't." He just magically took Poe down on a whim. His pride was a different matter.
"No," he answers quickly with a shake of his head, ignoring the first question for a second.
He doesn't know how to answer it any other way. A decision was made and it happened. So he just shrugs. Again.
"I don't know. Really, Poe. It was just luck... Why's it bother you so badly?" Poe wanted to be caught, teased Finn multiple times to do it. He doesn't understand the reaction or questions.
Poe is just going to toss up his hands defensively. Obviously Finn doesn't want to discuss what he had done or how. Finn could say it was just pure luck, he seemed to be firm on that idea. It didn't set right with Poe, as a matter of fact it was really starting to bother him.
He also didn't want to further upset his boyfriend either, Finn seemed sincere about his actions.
"Because it wasn't luck, Finn." Poe didn't know what in the hell it was and it wasn't in the ordinary.
How- Finn glances around the room, as if he can find the answers somewhere along the walls. He has no idea what he's done wrong or why in the world Poe's upset. Or confused, at the very least.
Is he so confident in his fighting ability that he's willing to argue that Finn-... What? Cheated somehow? Is he really being a sore loser about this? Finn wishes he could get mad from that thought, but nothing really changes for him. He feels a bit like he's walking on eggshells.
So he plays along. Or tries to. "Then what do you think it was?
Poe's expression falls when Finn retaliates with questions of his own. He's taken aback and worse he doesn't have a proper answer, he doesn't have one at all. He refuses to believe he's being bitter about Finn winning the game, he isn't overreacting about being caught either.
Is he? Maybe he is being a huge jerk about all of this? Finn wouldn't lie to him about catching him, he defintally wouldn't cheat either. None in which were in Finn's nature. It very well could have been just simple luck and Poe is just looking far to into it, he can't win all the time.
His body shifts under Finn, he's starting to feel pretty awful and like he's the galaxy's worst boyfriend.
Finn's still confused as all hell, but now Poe looks a little hurt, too. He pushes his own pain to the side for it and leans forward to get his hands on Poe's neck and press a kiss to his temple.
"Sorry. I really don't know what happened. Can we-... This is okay, isn't it?"
It bothers Poe when Finn is so willing to push his own feelings aside for the sake of his, mostly to offer comfort. They weren't one of those couples that argued constantly but when they did it was over serious matters. There had been several occasions Poe had wished that Finn would just be angry at him. He deserved that over forgiveness.
He didn't deserve this perfect man, so when Finn offers a comforting kiss he sighs.
"You don't need to be sorry, Finn. You didn't do anything wrong." He had done exactly what Poe had been taunting him to do. He was the one being an ass about losing and assuming Finn had his own set of tricks.
"I'm sorry." He couldn't say it enough but he truly was.
Well, he sure felt like he'd done something wrong. Even if it was something that Poe just perceived as wrong, he wants to make it right.
Maybe not right now, though. He just wants this to be over with and hopes it doesn't happen again. (It will, though.) As far as Poe's apology is concerned, he doesn't know if he should accept it or sweep it away like his own had been.
For now, he opts to say nothing and just lean in for another kiss against Poe's skin. "I would like to talk more about this-" Especially whatever the hell Poe was doing. "-but maybe later."
Poe wouldn't claim what Finn had done was wrong but more unusual. The more Poe pondered the idea the more it seemed to be not so strange, this could just be Finn?.
It was an incident that would happen again and a few times after, Poe couldn't promise if he would be better prepared next time, if any but right now he just wanted to know what he could do to make Finn feel better. He didn't seem all that impressed or interested in Poe's apology.
It was defintally a conversation they both needed to discuss despite the sudden soreness of it all. Poe nods his head in agreement before he presses his forehead against Finn's own.
"I am sorry." He reaches up a hand to softly cup Finn's cheek to offer both comfort and affection.
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It's rough and extremely stressful. I really hope things start looking up 💕
Poe will not fall in battle!
"Your legs would look nice wrapped around my waist." Distracted 101.
Finn earns himself another noise of frustration as he goes in for another attack but Poe once again stands his ground and refuses to let Finn get him down.
"I'm spanking you later", he growls.
I'm late to this but I do, too. Apparently parts of the US is starting to level so... /HUGS/
"You did say something about needing to get you on the mat first, though. Just prolonging the inevitable, baby."
And, yeah, he does wrap his legs around Poe's waist. What else can he do other than to drag him closer? He'll get him on the mat one way or another.
My fear is just finding a job ASAP. *HUGGLES*
All rules have officially gone out the window as of now. A hand grips along Finn's leg and he slowly grinds himself against his love's perfect ass. It's allowed.
"You might wanna get on that."
He offers another grind before he's able to twist his body perfectly with little effort and make his escape.
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Dammit, he's already panting and half hard. This is not going to be easy. Not that it seemed possible before.
Again, back to the original question, how the hell does Poe move like that? Where had he learned it and why hadn't Finn seen this before now?
Right. Later. He takes a deep, steadying breath. "Playing hard to get doesn't suit you, sweetheart," he says, waiting. If he can work on the defensive instead, maybe...
Sorry this is so late. This depression bs SUCKS!!!! I don't like it! 😡
Poe could have easily let Finn have his way by forcing him down as the goal intended, his body practically begged for Poe to give in but there was a game to be played here. The more he stirred Finn up, the rougher the sex later. He was craving for Finn to be dominant in their night to come, he needed that firmness.
Poe had not intended for this sparring session to turn sexual and he was an idiot not to think their bodies pressing together wouldn't trigger a sexual reaction. Watching the way Finn's body move had already called attention to his cock.
Kriff he just wanted to crush their mouths together and let Finn have him. Dark eyes pay full attention to Finn's movements and once more Poe has him in another lock, this time hands pinned behind the back.
"No? I do love how it makes you pout like that."
if it's any help, i'm late here, too :(
Dammit. Instead of trying to play this with any sort of strategy, he tried basic brute force, trying to get his hands free with a grunt. "Guy gets mixed signals like this. Who exactly do you want under who here?"
I'm just an emotional mess :(
Focus Dameron.
He tightens his hold along Finn's wrists while pressing their bodies closer together. Poe desperately needed that friction and he doesn't dare stop himself from letting his lips linger along Finn's neck.
It's just a bit of innocent teasing. He wants his lover riled up and bothered.
"Mmm, I thought you would appricate a good chase, babe?" He knew damn well Finn did. "Need a bit more motivation?" He twists Finn around with one fast motion and crushes their lips together in a desperate, longing kiss. This kiss wasn't gentle, in fact Poe forced Finn's mouth open with his tongue so that he could taste his love properly.
With a swift bite to Finn's lower lip, he pulls away with a smirk.
"Come get me, solider."
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He's not curious anymore. Not necessarily angry either, but he knows the game Poe's trying to play and it's working. Finn wants. If only he knew how to get.
To hell with it. Poe's going to win anyway, so he'll give it all he can. The things he's learned are no good here, and his lover is too fast for him to form a strategy beforehand. Improvisation it is.
He rushes Poe again, aiming to impact him right in the chest for right now. That's probably going to quickly change, though, and he's ready for it. Poe's fast, but he's still watching intently to every move his love makes.
So much so that giving into instinct has given him a whole new perspective, almost sensing Poe and what he may or may not do a few seconds before he does. There's no name for the feeling, Finn believes, but it's a part of him so he goes with it.
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Poe didn't know how much longer he could keep this going, his body was on fire with desire.
That determined look within Finn's dark eyes sent a shiver rushing down Poe's spine and his cock makes it a point that its getting highly aggrivated trapped within his pants while all this teasing is going on. Perhaps he has an unhealthy obsession with how constant he craves his lover?
He cautiously observes Finn's next plan of attack, his eyes take in his lover and there is something about the way he's moving now that's fascinating.
It's different.
Both bodies change course last second and Poe makes a noise as they clash together. That wasn't really expected or planned and now both men had the other in some form of a hold.
"That was new", he pants rather surprised.
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But he's on a roll. "I like new," he grunts and tries to take him to the ground. Finn taps into that same knowing feeling, knowing that he would do this, knowing how to sweep Poe off his feet.
This roll probably wasn't going to last much longer...
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Poe didn't know how he felt about this "new."
The low, frustrated growl from deep in his throat is evident of that. Was Finn keeping his own secrets? Was this a secret he could have possibly shared with Rey and not Poe specifically? That thought triggers his jealously and although it isn't right of him to be annoyed all things considering, he's very much so.
His gaze turns into a hard stern one. They both aren't much on their footing which sends them colliding down hard upon the mat beneath them.
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He has no idea how he managed to pull it off but he finally has Poe pinned. The frustrated growl just made victory feel all that much better. Yeah, Poe was good, but Finn's dumb luck is apparently better.
Feeling like he's won, that the match is over, Finn leans up to smirk down at his lover, hands on either side of his head. "Gotcha." And then he realizes the look on his face isn't lust.
Well, it's not 100% lust, anyway.
His smile falls, confused. "What? You asked me to catch you."
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Poe wanted to be caught but that wasn't how this game truly work. He was never caught by his opponent. What in the frisking hell was this? He knew he hadn't gotten rusty in his own training, he didn't overlook a step or miscalculate a damn move, how in the bloody stars was Finn able to take him down?
Pure luck wouldn't even be an option given the training Poe had. Finn wouldn't be capable of catching him unless Poe allowed it and Poe hadn't. Well, not yet anyway.
"What in the hell was that?", he spits out confused and bitter. His dark eyes gaze up at Finn for an answer or was he going to dodge the question too? Poe knew he couldn't fault him if he did.
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Had he done something wrong? What had he done wrong? There were still so many little things about civilian life that he didn't understand, but Poe was usually patient with him in explaining things.
"I caught you," he said simply again, getting increasingly concerned. "What's wrong?"
If he wasn't frozen in place, he would have crawled off of Poe by now.
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His own look falls apologetic, his stern eyes growing soft and a hand comes up to cup Finn's cheek. It's not long after he lifts his head to press his lips gently against Finn's own, a kiss to reassure Finn that he had done nothing wrong in the slightest.
"You did", he agrees gently. Both hands drop to rest along Finn's hips, keeping him in place as Poe peers up at him still baffled. "I just don't understand how."
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He still looks worried but not as badly as a moment ago. More concerned now, he supposes, especially since he doesn't know.
"Luck? I thought it was luck. I couldn't catch you so I just-..." He has no idea how to word it and shrugs. "-decided to catch you. Did I hurt you?"
Maybe Poe's pride, at the very least, which is still something that Finn doesn't want to wound, anyway.
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It also wouldn't help Finn in these certain situations.
"I don't think that's how luck works." If it was Poe needed to get Finn to a local cantina and try this luck. Whatever the hell Finn had managed to do was not simple luck, no. "And how do you just decide you want to catch me?"
When Poe can't be caught unless its on his own terms.
"No you didn't." He just magically took Poe down on a whim. His pride was a different matter.
"I didn't accidentally hurt you, did I?"
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He doesn't know how to answer it any other way. A decision was made and it happened. So he just shrugs. Again.
"I don't know. Really, Poe. It was just luck... Why's it bother you so badly?" Poe wanted to be caught, teased Finn multiple times to do it. He doesn't understand the reaction or questions.
That icon is precious/pitiful AF!!!!!
He also didn't want to further upset his boyfriend either, Finn seemed sincere about his actions.
"Because it wasn't luck, Finn." Poe didn't know what in the hell it was and it wasn't in the ordinary.
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Is he so confident in his fighting ability that he's willing to argue that Finn-... What? Cheated somehow? Is he really being a sore loser about this? Finn wishes he could get mad from that thought, but nothing really changes for him. He feels a bit like he's walking on eggshells.
So he plays along. Or tries to. "Then what do you think it was?
He's so fucking adorable I can't!!!!
Is he? Maybe he is being a huge jerk about all of this? Finn wouldn't lie to him about catching him, he defintally wouldn't cheat either. None in which were in Finn's nature. It very well could have been just simple luck and Poe is just looking far to into it, he can't win all the time.
His body shifts under Finn, he's starting to feel pretty awful and like he's the galaxy's worst boyfriend.
"I don't know."
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"Sorry. I really don't know what happened. Can we-... This is okay, isn't it?"
Isn't it? He has no idea.
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He didn't deserve this perfect man, so when Finn offers a comforting kiss he sighs.
"You don't need to be sorry, Finn. You didn't do anything wrong." He had done exactly what Poe had been taunting him to do. He was the one being an ass about losing and assuming Finn had his own set of tricks.
"I'm sorry." He couldn't say it enough but he truly was.
"It's okay."
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Maybe not right now, though. He just wants this to be over with and hopes it doesn't happen again. (It will, though.) As far as Poe's apology is concerned, he doesn't know if he should accept it or sweep it away like his own had been.
For now, he opts to say nothing and just lean in for another kiss against Poe's skin. "I would like to talk more about this-" Especially whatever the hell Poe was doing. "-but maybe later."
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It was an incident that would happen again and a few times after, Poe couldn't promise if he would be better prepared next time, if any but right now he just wanted to know what he could do to make Finn feel better. He didn't seem all that impressed or interested in Poe's apology.
It was defintally a conversation they both needed to discuss despite the sudden soreness of it all. Poe nods his head in agreement before he presses his forehead against Finn's own.
"I am sorry." He reaches up a hand to softly cup Finn's cheek to offer both comfort and affection.
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