Saying nothing had definitely been the wrong decision. He couldn't do anything right tonight, apparently.
Finn grimaced and mirrored his lover, putting his hand on his cheek, too. "Poe, you did nothing wrong. And if you did, I forgive you." It was Finn that made him upset, somehow. Maybe if he understood, he'd know where the blame fell.
This conversation seems to be on loop, so he closes the distance between them again and takes a kiss, hoping to shut them both up.
Poe wasn't exactly succeeding much himself, he felt he was just making this situation all the worse rather he was speaking or not.
"I don't want you believing that you done something wrong when I overreacted", he was determined to argue. He knew damn well that Finn was blaming this entire incident all on himself but no matter how hard Poe tried to convince him other wise they both back paddled.
Poe had been caught off guard and it had left him entirely stunned. It was unexpected and he had not been anywhere near prepared.
Of course he wouldn't hush until Finn truly believed him and perhaps that's one of the reasons Finn pressed their lips together? The perfect distraction to shut up Poe Dameron.
Had he overreacted? Or had Finn really done wrong somehow? That was a question for later. Right now, he'd love to get back to whatever teasing game they had earlier.
That was impossible, though. Maybe just making up a little would be good enough.
When he had to stop for breath, he pulled away to kiss along Poe's jaw and down his throat, hoping to be pretty distracting.
A question that could and would have them bickering for the remainder of the day and the conversation would only further continue to lap around in circles. Poe didn't want that and he was certain Finn didn't either. It was best to be discussed later.
Yet, he still didn't want Finn to be bothered or upset by any of this. He hated seeing Finn bothered by anything and it was worse if he had caused it.
But for now Finn seems determined to forget the matter, distracting Poe with perfect kisses. It was working, Poe could feel his body shiver due to the sensation. With a soft noise he nips lightly at Finn's earlobe.
Distractions are perfectly fine when they're like this.
A little whine escapes his throat unbidden, and Finn considers this whole thing a small victory. They can talk later, maybe with more sense between them. Right now, he just wanted to defuse wherever that was going.
He lowers himself, pressing his body along Poe's. His mouth finds the hollow of his throat and the front and lightly bites before trying to suck a mark into his skin.
Frisk that whine was too damn adorable and it never failed when it came to tugging at Poe's heart. This discussion was best to be left alone at the moment, more could come of it when they could actually talk about it without potential argument.
A groan leaves him deep and low, his body giving a small shudder at the sensation from the bite. It's a weak spot and Finn uses it to his advantage.
No complaints.
Poe arches his back, his body molding into Finn's own.
A fully distracted Poe Dameron has reached success.
Does Finn have any idea how damn sexy he is when he growls like that? When he becomes a little lost in the moment and that bit of that possessiveness leaks out. It leaves Poe incredibly hard and slightly needy.
Damn needy.
He doesn't protest or fight against Finn's push to bring him fully down, his body buckles and gives in. He would be a complete idiot to deny Finn to be on top him like this, hips bucking against his own. He returns to favor, dark eyes glazed with arousal.
Another slow grind as his shirt is pushed aside and heated skin exposed. He wantsneeds Finn's lips on any part of his aching body.
That easy submission only spurns him on for more. Poe looks so good when he gives in to the moment like this, not that he doesn't always look gorgeous.
Finn pushes his shirt up and starts kissing down his torso, his hands already starting to open his boyfriend's pants. It seems he doesn't really care where they are or who could randomly walk in. Finn's certain they'll be smart enough to immediately walk back out.
It would be ridiculous of him to not give into Finn's touch, those deliscious kisses. They spend so much of their time having to keep their relationship private mostly due to professional reasons that fall more upon Poe. They both agreed it was best to take advantage of any chance they got alone together.
Poe isn't openly going to admit that his body betrays him when Finn touches and kisses him in ways that are seductive, hell any damn way if he were being honest with himself. The feeling is electrifying and it has left Poe addicted.
The reality that they could possibly get caught by anyone hasn't occurred to him, he's far too focused on how incredible Finn is making him feel. Evident by the low moans escaping deep from within his throat, begging for more. His hand grips along his boyfriend's shoulder, urging him to continue.
Finn doesn't need much urging. He pushes Poe's shirt up, kissing at his torso while his hand finally has enough room to wiggle into his pants.
There isn't much he gets up to, though. Just palming Poe's cock and generally being a tease. Even his kisses, becoming a little more tongue and teeth, start moving lower. All the while, little sighs leave him.
It seems like he's enjoying taking as much time as he wants.
Poe's head falls back along the mat, eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction. Finn had learned the right spots to touch and caress that made Poe weak, a damn whimpering idiot who craved more pleasure. He also knew just where to kiss and let his lips linger in order to tug Poe to that edge of desperation.
Finn earns a noise of appreciation once a hand dips inside his pants but the palming isn't enough. Poe wants and needs more, his aching for it. His impatient and he's tempted to just grab Finn's hand, make him squeeze his cock and give it more attention. Possibly even plant the idea of whacking him off in Finn's mind.
But he notes Finn's teasing, feels how his boyfriend carefully takes him time. Poe will take this as a small punishment. Still he presses himself against Finn's palm, silently begging for more.
Another little growl escapes him, and Finn lightly rakes his teeth against Poe's skin with the ghost of a bite. The tiniest of reprimands, he supposes. After whatever argument they just had and still gaining control afterwards, he kinda wants to be that way.
But he does continue, at least. His kisses move lower, get a little sloppier, then he's moving his hand to expose Poe much better. He kisses the head of his cock before slowly getting his lips around it, making his intentions clear.
Finn's growl only intensifies Poe's need and leaves him even more eager, desperate. At this point he's willing to take anything Finn gives or offers due to their argument. He doesn't mind when Finn has the need to take control, its a huge turn on for Poe. One that leaves him hard and impatient.
If Finn wishes to take his time and torment Poe with some well deserved teasing, fuck so be it.
He bites down along his lower lip the very second Finn exposes him a bit more, helps his cock free so that his own lips can kiss. His finger nails dig into the mat beneath him, his hips arching slightly to press against his boyfriend's mouth. He sucks in a breath, eyes remaining closed as he falls into the state of desire and passion.
Finn hums long and low as he takes Poe's cock in his mouth, almost like he's inquiring what he wants, almost innocent. Or it would seem that way without the dick in his mouth.
His tongue wraps around and runs along the bottom, tracing the lines and moving slow. He sucks hard, swallowing down more before coming up for air again.
It went without saying that Finn had won the argument at this point. Finn had him at his mercy with that perfect mouth wrapped tight around his cock. He had to control his volume of moaning, they couldn't risk the chance of being caught despite Poe tipping close to the edge of not caring.
It was near torture fighting against the need to grip the back of his boyfriend's head and just fuck Finn's throat raw.
Fuck.
"You enjoy making me needy?" It was a miracle he was able to muster words that alone a damn sentence.
The edges of Finn's lips quirked up into a smirk before he pulled off. His hand brushed against Poe's cock but gripped his hip instead.
"Very much so." If he loved anything, it was driving Poe crazy. And if that made him mad again, so be it. With his smirk still broad he leaned back down to kiss at the opposite, neglecting his cock.
Poe would have shot his boyfriend a look for the smirk but he was currently drowning in waves of pleasure. Finn didn't have to put in much effort when it came to driving Poe crazy, he knew very well what certain spots to tease and give attention.
Mostly it was Poe's dick.
Which now Finn wasn't sucking to his content. Ugh. Damnit. Deep down Poe knew he deserved this torture but frisk it was becoming unbearable quick. He tries to roll his hips, coax Finn back to sucking him.
Finn, more or less, keeps Poe's hips pinned down, only allowing them to move as far as he wants them to. In admonishment, he bites gently then relents.
His mouth moves back to Poe's cock, his lips skimming over the side before he kisses the head again. He slowly gets his mouth around him, slowly moves lower and dragging his tongue as he goes.
There was a small piece of Poe that pondered the thought that if he could actually muster a sentence he would beg Finn for mercy, accuse his boyfriend of cheating at this new game. Yet he encouraged this kind of behaviour from Finn, enjoyed these kind of unfair punishments. It left him burning with desire throughout his whole body. He's positive the former stormtrooper can feel the heat bursting through him wildly.
He wasn't going to beg and plea. Yet.
Instead a hand grips along Finn's shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of Finn's top, piercing skin. His other still continued to urge his boyfriend's head down in order to swallow more of his aching dick.
Kriff he was losing this battle terribly but damn was it such a sweet loss.
"Frisk your mouth", he was able speak. His voice still rough and a bit breathless. Dark eyes fluttered closed all over again all while his head fell back a bit more.
"Finn fuck...." The begging is starting to itch up his throat.
The edges of Finn's lips ticked up, smiling a little in victory. It wasn't quite begging, no, but he did love to hear Poe's voice get more and more wrecked throughout these sorts of things.
He hummed in question, teasing and maybe mocking a little, letting the vibration go down Poe's cock. Then he slowly pulled away again, dragging his tongue along until he could suck at the head but only for a moment.
Honestly, he was surprised and kind of pleased about Poe's restraint so far. Made it that much more sweet to finally break.
Two could play at this game. Poe would have his revenge once the two were guaranteed privacy and he could have Finn pinned beneath him wrecked with desperation and desire. For now he allows his boyfriend to have the upper hand, he knows just how much Finn enjoys bringing him to the point of coming fully undone.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold onto his self control, all his restraint was starting to slip through his fingers. At any moment he could flip this game and fuck Finn's throat raw without a second thought, help bring on that release he was so desperately seeking. Its a damn struggle to control his groaning when Finn is teasing his dick like this, sucking him only when he wanted.
"B-babe", his voice quivers, his grip along the back of Finn's neck becoming tighter. "Wa-wanna fuck your mouth".
Finn was fairly certain that Poe was about to start doing just that, anyway. It makes the corners of lips tick up again, feeling grand and smug about the whole situation. Hadn't they been arguing earlier? At least that seemed far from their minds now.
Though Finn still desperately wants to break him, he's pretty sure they're on the cusp, anyway. Poe's still not going to get what he wants easily, he decides, but Finn still moans his way down Poe's cock again and opens his throat. He takes him as deep as he can once, pulls away, and sets a heated look at Poe.
Finn had gotten far too clever at this little game and Poe didn't know if he should be irritated or pleased. Simple, it was difficult to be aggrivated when Finn's hot mouth was wrapped tight around his throbbing cock. He was tempted to take Finn into questioning once this was over, demand that his boyfriend confess his secret as to how he can turn the tables so skillfully. If Finn refused Poe would proudly fuck him until he was a whimpering mess glistening with satisfaction.
No mercy.
He's that much closer to getting what he wants or so that is what he thinks. Maybe he's actually gripped the reins on this sudden turn around and he's gained control back. The way those dark, brown eyes peer up at him in encouragement only makes his cock ache that much more in anticipation. With a muffled noise he tries to give a roll of his hips.
Finn's pretty sure Poe's not getting any control from this, even if he does let him fuck his mouth like he plans to. After all, who drove him to it? Who could still pull away and leave Poe needy and desperate?
That would be dangerous. Wonderfully, deliciously dangerous. Another time, perhaps when more rope is involved.
At the present moment, Finn opens his throat and takes Poe as deep as he can, moving with the motion of his hips. He's gotten good at this, considering how often they end up wrapped around each other. Finn moans around him, laving his tongue around, hoping Poe would give in and take.
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Finn grimaced and mirrored his lover, putting his hand on his cheek, too. "Poe, you did nothing wrong. And if you did, I forgive you." It was Finn that made him upset, somehow. Maybe if he understood, he'd know where the blame fell.
This conversation seems to be on loop, so he closes the distance between them again and takes a kiss, hoping to shut them both up.
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"I don't want you believing that you done something wrong when I overreacted", he was determined to argue. He knew damn well that Finn was blaming this entire incident all on himself but no matter how hard Poe tried to convince him other wise they both back paddled.
Poe had been caught off guard and it had left him entirely stunned. It was unexpected and he had not been anywhere near prepared.
Of course he wouldn't hush until Finn truly believed him and perhaps that's one of the reasons Finn pressed their lips together? The perfect distraction to shut up Poe Dameron.
Well played, Finn. Well played.
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That was impossible, though. Maybe just making up a little would be good enough.
When he had to stop for breath, he pulled away to kiss along Poe's jaw and down his throat, hoping to be pretty distracting.
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Yet, he still didn't want Finn to be bothered or upset by any of this. He hated seeing Finn bothered by anything and it was worse if he had caused it.
But for now Finn seems determined to forget the matter, distracting Poe with perfect kisses. It was working, Poe could feel his body shiver due to the sensation. With a soft noise he nips lightly at Finn's earlobe.
Distractions are perfectly fine when they're like this.
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He lowers himself, pressing his body along Poe's. His mouth finds the hollow of his throat and the front and lightly bites before trying to suck a mark into his skin.
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A groan leaves him deep and low, his body giving a small shudder at the sensation from the bite. It's a weak spot and Finn uses it to his advantage.
No complaints.
Poe arches his back, his body molding into Finn's own.
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He pushes Poe to the floor properly, grinding their hips together. His kisses begin to move lower, shoving Poe's shirt to the side.
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Does Finn have any idea how damn sexy he is when he growls like that? When he becomes a little lost in the moment and that bit of that possessiveness leaks out. It leaves Poe incredibly hard and slightly needy.
Damn needy.
He doesn't protest or fight against Finn's push to bring him fully down, his body buckles and gives in. He would be a complete idiot to deny Finn to be on top him like this, hips bucking against his own. He returns to favor, dark eyes glazed with arousal.
Another slow grind as his shirt is pushed aside and heated skin exposed. He
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Finn pushes his shirt up and starts kissing down his torso, his hands already starting to open his boyfriend's pants. It seems he doesn't really care where they are or who could randomly walk in. Finn's certain they'll be smart enough to immediately walk back out.
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Poe isn't openly going to admit that his body betrays him when Finn touches and kisses him in ways that are seductive, hell any damn way if he were being honest with himself. The feeling is electrifying and it has left Poe addicted.
The reality that they could possibly get caught by anyone hasn't occurred to him, he's far too focused on how incredible Finn is making him feel. Evident by the low moans escaping deep from within his throat, begging for more. His hand grips along his boyfriend's shoulder, urging him to continue.
Always the impatient one.
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There isn't much he gets up to, though. Just palming Poe's cock and generally being a tease. Even his kisses, becoming a little more tongue and teeth, start moving lower. All the while, little sighs leave him.
It seems like he's enjoying taking as much time as he wants.
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Finn earns a noise of appreciation once a hand dips inside his pants but the palming isn't enough. Poe wants and needs more, his aching for it. His impatient and he's tempted to just grab Finn's hand, make him squeeze his cock and give it more attention. Possibly even plant the idea of whacking him off in Finn's mind.
But he notes Finn's teasing, feels how his boyfriend carefully takes him time. Poe will take this as a small punishment. Still he presses himself against Finn's palm, silently begging for more.
"Damn", he sighs through tight jaws.
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But he does continue, at least. His kisses move lower, get a little sloppier, then he's moving his hand to expose Poe much better. He kisses the head of his cock before slowly getting his lips around it, making his intentions clear.
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If Finn wishes to take his time and torment Poe with some well deserved teasing, fuck so be it.
He bites down along his lower lip the very second Finn exposes him a bit more, helps his cock free so that his own lips can kiss. His finger nails dig into the mat beneath him, his hips arching slightly to press against his boyfriend's mouth. He sucks in a breath, eyes remaining closed as he falls into the state of desire and passion.
"Finn", he sighs deeply. Head spinning with lust.
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His tongue wraps around and runs along the bottom, tracing the lines and moving slow. He sucks hard, swallowing down more before coming up for air again.
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It was near torture fighting against the need to grip the back of his boyfriend's head and just fuck Finn's throat raw.
Fuck.
"You enjoy making me needy?" It was a miracle he was able to muster words that alone a damn sentence.
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"Very much so." If he loved anything, it was driving Poe crazy. And if that made him mad again, so be it. With his smirk still broad he leaned back down to kiss at the opposite, neglecting his cock.
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Mostly it was Poe's dick.
Which now Finn wasn't sucking to his content. Ugh. Damnit. Deep down Poe knew he deserved this torture but frisk it was becoming unbearable quick. He tries to roll his hips, coax Finn back to sucking him.
It was worth a shot in this game.
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His mouth moves back to Poe's cock, his lips skimming over the side before he kisses the head again. He slowly gets his mouth around him, slowly moves lower and dragging his tongue as he goes.
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He wasn't going to beg and plea. Yet.
Instead a hand grips along Finn's shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of Finn's top, piercing skin. His other still continued to urge his boyfriend's head down in order to swallow more of his aching dick.
Kriff he was losing this battle terribly but damn was it such a sweet loss.
"Frisk your mouth", he was able speak. His voice still rough and a bit breathless. Dark eyes fluttered closed all over again all while his head fell back a bit more.
"Finn fuck...." The begging is starting to itch up his throat.
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He hummed in question, teasing and maybe mocking a little, letting the vibration go down Poe's cock. Then he slowly pulled away again, dragging his tongue along until he could suck at the head but only for a moment.
Honestly, he was surprised and kind of pleased about Poe's restraint so far. Made it that much more sweet to finally break.
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He didn't know how much longer he could hold onto his self control, all his restraint was starting to slip through his fingers. At any moment he could flip this game and fuck Finn's throat raw without a second thought, help bring on that release he was so desperately seeking. Its a damn struggle to control his groaning when Finn is teasing his dick like this, sucking him only when he wanted.
"B-babe", his voice quivers, his grip along the back of Finn's neck becoming tighter. "Wa-wanna fuck your mouth".
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Though Finn still desperately wants to break him, he's pretty sure they're on the cusp, anyway. Poe's still not going to get what he wants easily, he decides, but Finn still moans his way down Poe's cock again and opens his throat. He takes him as deep as he can once, pulls away, and sets a heated look at Poe.
The "please, stars, yes" is implied.
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No mercy.
He's that much closer to getting what he wants or so that is what he thinks. Maybe he's actually gripped the reins on this sudden turn around and he's gained control back. The way those dark, brown eyes peer up at him in encouragement only makes his cock ache that much more in anticipation. With a muffled noise he tries to give a roll of his hips.
"Babe...."
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That would be dangerous. Wonderfully, deliciously dangerous. Another time, perhaps when more rope is involved.
At the present moment, Finn opens his throat and takes Poe as deep as he can, moving with the motion of his hips. He's gotten good at this, considering how often they end up wrapped around each other. Finn moans around him, laving his tongue around, hoping Poe would give in and take.
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