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.
Poe likes to believe he has at least some control of this situation but it's his dick that's currently being sucked by his all to clever, charming boyfriend. He also assumes he's getting what he wants when Finn is happy to oblige to have his mouth fucked until Poe finds a satisfying release.
But damn being left to suffer in need was just as pleasing, anything Finn did to him sexually was wonderfully so. Maybe he could have a little playful torture with this unplanned blowjob?
"Kriff", he breaths out in a ragged, rough voice, fingers still curled tight along the back of his boyfriend's neck. He wants to feel every inch of himself drag against the back of Finn's throat, pride himself on the feeling of his boyfriend moaning around him, such sweet vibrations.
"That's it, sweetheart. Frisk!", he praises as the feeling of that tongue along him.
Finn moans again, lapping up every sound pouring out of his lover's mouth right now. He lives for moment's like this, and it becomes more and more apparent every time they end up in this position.
But he is in control. And, maybe, just a tiny part of him is a bit sadistic.
He presses his hands down hard on Poe's hips, holding him to the floor and pulling off his cock. He could making an excuse about catching his breath but he's not going to just lie. Though, the opportunity is used for just that, he still licks his way down Poe's shaft and bites at his hip before mouthing at the head again.
Before long, maybe 30 seconds or so, he's swallowing his dick again, releasing his hips.
The vibrations of Finn's own moans sent shivers dancing down Poe's spine and the sensation alone felt incrediable along his wet cock. His own noises of appreciation were becoming a bit more constant, as well as desperation and want.
Poe had to remain holding onto that thin string of self control or else he would take Finn openly in their surroundings. Poe had a kink for sexual thrills in public places.
It was a huge shock that he didn't spill his load the very second Finn added pressure to his hips, forcing him down rough and still. Poe is almost always the one in control, the one with the upper hand but when Finn shows his own dominance with full confidence and pride, it nearly has Poe demanding, no begging for more.
His hips jerk in excitement, that playful bite almost has Poe falling....
"Sweetheart", he purrs in earnest, fingers tangling within Finn's hair all over again. "S-soon", And that would be his boyfriend's warning as he tipped closer to his release.
While it is still kind of tempting to just put a stop to everything now, make Poe beg and beg or else take what he wants. Very tempting images. But as much as Finn is a little bit of a sadist in these situations, he opts to take mercy on his lover instead.
He presses down hard on Poe's hips again before swallowing his cock with a moan, bobbing his head and making Poe fuck his throat with it.
Finn wants him to lose control, he wants to hear it while they're out in public like this. He literally does not care at all about consequences anymore. Though, there is that matter of their argument and the uncertainty Finn still has about Poe learning that he has the Force. It has to happen eventually... But maybe Poe would have forgotten about it, however momentarily that may be.
Poe was a natural born leader so it shouldn't be a surprise that he prefers to be the one in control when it comes to certain situations, that personality trait leaked into the bedroom but there was something oddly exciting, satisfying when Finn was confident enough to turn the tables like this, demanded that Poe ache and crave all of him. It was a definite turn-on and kink that his boyfriend could have so much dominance over his body and could leave him near whining for more.
Finn was a damn weakness. No, Finn was the major weakness.
He's not going to last much longer, he can feel that familiar heat forming within the tightness of his stomach and it near sets him ablaze. He's fully lost in the sensation of how wonderful Finn's mouth feels wrapped wet and hot around his length. Poe hasn't even noticed that he's became rather vocal, hands tugging weak at his boyfriend's hair. Very much like Finn he doesn't give a damn about possible consquences, he can pay for them later for now he was too busy bathing in lust. Within seconds his hips are arching in ecstasy, quivering in excitement as Finn's name spills from his lips repeatedly. Poe has given into the pleasure and allows his release to feel Finn's mouth with one finale warning.
His grip remains along his lover while Poe rides out his orgasm, bright colors flashing before his eyes as he falls from his high. His mind clear of their previous fallout but in all honesty if Finn were to confess he was gifted with the Force Poe wouldn't find it much of a surprise, it was suiting, at times odvious. Most importantly he wouldn't love Finn any less if that's what his boyfriend feared.
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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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But damn being left to suffer in need was just as pleasing, anything Finn did to him sexually was wonderfully so. Maybe he could have a little playful torture with this unplanned blowjob?
"Kriff", he breaths out in a ragged, rough voice, fingers still curled tight along the back of his boyfriend's neck. He wants to feel every inch of himself drag against the back of Finn's throat, pride himself on the feeling of his boyfriend moaning around him, such sweet vibrations.
"That's it, sweetheart. Frisk!", he praises as the feeling of that tongue along him.
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But he is in control. And, maybe, just a tiny part of him is a bit sadistic.
He presses his hands down hard on Poe's hips, holding him to the floor and pulling off his cock. He could making an excuse about catching his breath but he's not going to just lie. Though, the opportunity is used for just that, he still licks his way down Poe's shaft and bites at his hip before mouthing at the head again.
Before long, maybe 30 seconds or so, he's swallowing his dick again, releasing his hips.
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Poe had to remain holding onto that thin string of self control or else he would take Finn openly in their surroundings. Poe had a kink for sexual thrills in public places.
It was a huge shock that he didn't spill his load the very second Finn added pressure to his hips, forcing him down rough and still. Poe is almost always the one in control, the one with the upper hand but when Finn shows his own dominance with full confidence and pride, it nearly has Poe demanding, no begging for more.
His hips jerk in excitement, that playful bite almost has Poe falling....
"Sweetheart", he purrs in earnest, fingers tangling within Finn's hair all over again. "S-soon", And that would be his boyfriend's warning as he tipped closer to his release.
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He presses down hard on Poe's hips again before swallowing his cock with a moan, bobbing his head and making Poe fuck his throat with it.
Finn wants him to lose control, he wants to hear it while they're out in public like this. He literally does not care at all about consequences anymore. Though, there is that matter of their argument and the uncertainty Finn still has about Poe learning that he has the Force. It has to happen eventually... But maybe Poe would have forgotten about it, however momentarily that may be.
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Finn was a damn weakness. No, Finn was the major weakness.
He's not going to last much longer, he can feel that familiar heat forming within the tightness of his stomach and it near sets him ablaze. He's fully lost in the sensation of how wonderful Finn's mouth feels wrapped wet and hot around his length. Poe hasn't even noticed that he's became rather vocal, hands tugging weak at his boyfriend's hair. Very much like Finn he doesn't give a damn about possible consquences, he can pay for them later for now he was too busy bathing in lust. Within seconds his hips are arching in ecstasy, quivering in excitement as Finn's name spills from his lips repeatedly. Poe has given into the pleasure and allows his release to feel Finn's mouth with one finale warning.
His grip remains along his lover while Poe rides out his orgasm, bright colors flashing before his eyes as he falls from his high. His mind clear of their previous fallout but in all honesty if Finn were to confess he was gifted with the Force Poe wouldn't find it much of a surprise, it was suiting, at times odvious. Most importantly he wouldn't love Finn any less if that's what his boyfriend feared.