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“And then, just as the greedy sucker wasn’t looking, I snatched his bread roll and- hey Finn! Hey!!” Rey hollered, waving a hand in front of Finn’s face. “Did you hear a word I said?”
He hadn't, honestly. He wasn't even looking in her general direction. Too lost in thought.
“Hm? Oh, I'm sorry Rey, you're gonna have to repeat that.”
She scoffed, “Nah, clearly you've got a lot on your mind, so I'll leave you be. Maybe Rose will listen to my stories,” she said with an air of finality, sauntering off.
Finn felt kind of bad; he loved Rey, and found all her stories about her scavenging days very exciting, normally. But recently, if it wasn't about Poe, he wasn't interested.
Poe had been different lately. He usually keeps a neat and clean visage: his hair straightened so that only the barest hint of curls remained, his facial hair shaven so low Finn only once or twice saw him with stubble. But now, after everything that had happened, his curls were untamed, and his delicate cheekbones were nearly hidden away in a full beard. Jessica said he looked like a bum, but Finn liked it, he liked seeing Poe like this. He didn't know how curly and pretty his hair naturally was. He wondered why he straightened it, why he hid that part of himself away. And his beard, with little flecks of gray in it already, should've made him look older, rougher. But it just rounded him out and somehow made him look softer, blurred the sharpness of his features. He looked cute. Finn felt something hot and dark twist in his stomach at the thought. He wanted to take Poe somewhere, pull him out of the public eye, he wanted to protect him. (He thought it odd, until he realized that from the first moment he laid eyes on Poe he wanted to protect him.)
Finn asked Poe about his new look once, and he replied, somewhat shaken, “Oh, this rat’s nest? Yeah, I dunno, my usual products aren't working, guess I have to try something new!” He had rubbed the back of his neck then, and tried to laugh it off, but Finn could see the heat of his cheeks, and the way his chest rose and fell a little too fast. Something more than just bad hair gel was up.
Poe's body was different too. He normally was relatively trim and slim. He's seen Poe's arms, when he'd remove the torso of his bright orange flight suit and tie it around his waist to work on his X-wing. Poe wasn't as built as Finn is, but his muscles were defined, clearly there working sinuously under golden skin. However, now they were hidden, less visible. Poe still seemed strong, but he was thicker . His once flat stomach now stretched his t-shirts, it was more like a tummy or belly now. Finn sometimes imagined that Poe would have a roll or two when he sat down. It seemed soft to the touch and very grabbable, truly love handles. His thighs filled his pants up too. Finn imagined they’d chafe now, from rubbing together so much. He imagined himself between them. And Poe’s ass...his cheeks were always two soft, pliable handfuls, but Finn imagined his hands wouldn’t be big enough now. He had no idea how Poe managed to make a bright orange, shapeless flight suit look obscenely good, ass poking out, booty sitting high and pretty, thighs and ass filling it out, drawing Finn’s eyes each time he stood. Finn found himself finding excuses to walk a bit behind him just to watch that ass in motion, poetry in motion.
Poe would always greet him with a bright and cheery, “Hey buddy!” and clap him on the shoulder. However, recently his greetings were much more timid and quiet, and he avoided physical contact. Once, Finn had made the mistake of placing a hand on Poe’s shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze by way of hello (his shoulder felt a little softer, even then). Poe had looked at him with heavy lidded eyes and bit his lip. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it, and rushed off with some murmured lame excuse about BB-8 needing a tune up or something.
Strangest of all was his new smell. It was faint, barely there, just enough to tickle Finn's nose, but good , so good. He smelled like a palmful of earth after the rain, like leaves on a forest floor. Like freshly broken branches, crushed wild berries, random unscented flowers. Poe smelled like all the things Finn began to appreciate about Ajan Kloss. He smelled wet , he smelled ready – for what, Finn didn't know.
Finn figured that after everything that had happened, Poe had simply relaxed, that he let his hair down. Even though they were co-generals, since the war was won, there was little to do besides tie up loose ends. They stayed at their base on Ajan Kloss while they did post-resistance work: victim outreach, sending out supplies to those in need, et cetera. He, Rey, and Poe were working on a plan to apprehend any First Order war criminals still at large, but even that was relatively easy work. They were accustomed to the threat of death and destruction looming over their heads, so making plans and helping the needy was technically relaxing. Finn supposes that a few calm months on the humid, jungle planet could explain the change in Poe’s hair texture and body weight, maybe even his smell, but not the sudden aversion to touch.
Finn still craved closeness though, he feels himself physically drawn to Poe more than ever. He subconsciously looks for reasons/excuses to be close. More often than not, he finds himself in the same space as Poe, sitting and standing too close, brushing shoulders, touching thighs. More often than not, he’d lean in to their conversations, or let hugs linger for longer than necessary, trying to get more of his scent. More often than not, his feet lead him to Poe’s door, listening from outside his thin walls to his shuffling within, sometimes knocking in order to gain entry (Poe always lets him in, no matter the time) or just...standing out there, almost guarding the place; if someone walked up the hallway, he’d stare them down. He felt downright creepy, and he wondered if Poe noticed. Finn couldn’t help it, something about Poe and the way he looked, the way he felt, the way he smelled. It made him more aggressive, pushier when it came to Poe. He felt like an asshole, but if someone, anyone really, stood “too close” to Poe, got too chummy, or dared to touch him, alarm bells would go off in Finn’s head:
It should him standing by Poe’s side at all times, he should be the one laughing with him, touching him, feeding him, caring for him, loving him, fucking him-
This had to stop. Finn had to talk to Poe.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Poe, you've been different for a little while now, what's up?”
Poe was hard at work, fiddling with some mechanical thing. He didn't even look up from what he was doing when he responded, nonchalantly, “No idea what you're talking about, bud.”
“Yes you do,” Finn shot back, undeterred by the easy dismissal in Poe’s voice, “the hair, the beard- the belly! Poe, you even smell different, c’mon!”
Poe spared him a nervous glance, fidgeted in his seat, and feigned calm, standing up to face Finn, “I'm not gonna stand here and explain my biology to you,” he said. He wanted to level Finn with a look that read “drop it,” but Finn was already looking at him with a serious expression, almost like scrutiny, almost like how a predator looks at their prey. Poe resisted a shudder.
“I want you to,” Finn said, voice even and low. “I’d like to understand how you're feeling right now. I know something's different. You’ve been...avoiding physical contact with me. But I know you want it, Poe, I want it. ” Finn took a step closer with every sentence, and Poe stepped back, until his ass hit the work table.
He pressed onwards, crowding Poe, hands on either side of him on the work table, boxing him in, “I’ve been different too, I know you’ve noticed Poe.”
Finn was failing rapidly at the casual approach he’d initially tried to adopt, angling his head to sniff at Poe’s neck. He continued, murmuring directly against Poe’s neck, damn near drunk on his scent,
“I dunno, I just feel like I want you all to myself Poe, please please please,” Finn had no idea what he was begging for, but he knew Poe could give it to him.
Poe tried to stay strong, to give Finn a full and proper explanation, to push him away. But his lips felt so warm against his neck, his voice was so deep, his hands had started sliding up his body, moving to grip his sides, to squeeze his love handles. Poe moaned , and took a steadying breath before attempting to clarify the situation,
“Normally, my contraceptive insert manages these, uh, symptoms , and being away from Yavin-4 messes with my cycle anyway, and so I haven't been like this in years but...something must be tripping it up.”
The explanation explained nothing.
Finn understood it anyway. Poe looked right into Finn's eyes. Neither one moved, neither one breathed; the whole galaxy seemed silent for a moment. But then Poe gave Finn that heavy lidded look and exhaled heavily, and that was all Finn needed, it was like permission. He brought a hand up to cup Poe’s cheek.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Finn whispered right in Poe's ear, followed by a chaste kiss to his cheek.
After a moment of contemplation, Poe nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Intoxicated on his pheromones, Finn all but dragged Poe back to his bedroom. He knew Poe would be more comfortable on his own turf,
‘In his own nest,’ his brain supplied, unprompted.
Finn’s hands were roaming along Poe’s body, tugging at his clothes.
“You’re Mine, you’re mine, mine, mine,” Finn chanted under his breath, an endless mantra. Poe realized that Finn may be a little too far gone.
“Finn just wait a second,” he whined, voice small, he cleared his throat, “on second thought, just — let’s not, I don’t think I should—we shouldn’t uh —”
Unable to succinctly gather his thoughts, Poe turned to open his door, to make Finn return to his own room, but Finn swatted his hand away before he could. He was right up behind him, pressing Poe against the door, hands splayed out possessively across his hips, grinding minutely against his ass cheeks. Hearing Poe’s voice seemed to sober him up, if only slightly. He chuckled softly, deep and low and right in Poe’s ear.
“We both know that’s not true. Look at you,” he squeezed Poe’s tummy, “you’re so soft. Fat .”
Poe let out a shuddering gust of breath, “So what?” He squirmed, just to feel Finn’s solid torso behind him, despite himself.
“ So , that’s your body’s way of telling you it wants me, Poe. You know that. Didn't you tell me that?”
Poe did not tell him that, but when Finn’s grinding became more insistent, he arched into it a little anyway.
Finn was nearly panting in his ear now, as he unbuckled Poe’s pants, “Look Poe, everything’s so wet. Sticky. Gettin’ itself ready. All for me. Look .”
It was wet down there, Poe’s body working overtime to produce more and more slick; Finn didn’t even need to peek inside his underwear, the damp spot was visible through his thin grey pants.
Poe didn’t look, he just shook his head, accompanied by a quiet, breathless, “No.”
Finn’s lips quirked up at one corner, slightly amused despite everything. He couldn’t help teasing Poe a bit; he felt cute to him, small, despite their negligent height difference. “‘No’ what? No, you won’t look, or no, your body isn’t preparing for my dick?”
Poe gulped a few times before he could respond, impossibly more heat rising to his face, impossibly more turned on than he’s ever been, “I...that’s disgusting, Finn, that’s so gross.”
Finn knew Poe meant his (bad) dirty talk, but he played dumb.
“Oh, you mean this?” he said, a smile in his voice, as he slid a hand over Poe’s underwear, cupping him momentarily, feeling his heat and humidity, “There’s nothing gross about it, Poe. Come over to the bed, I’ll show you what I mean.” When Finn pulled his arm, Poe shot him a look over his shoulder.
Finn both hated and loved seeing him like this: shivering and arching and denying his own nature. He seemed stressed to the breaking point, skin hot, feverishly so, dark eyebrows drawn together, lips parted, puffing out breath. It made Finn sweat. It made him crazy.
“So pretty,” Finn murmured.
“Finn-” Poe started, but never got to finish, as he was manhandled, back against the door, and held at the waist. Finn stared at Poe for a moment, nose to nose. Poe glared. Finn groaned lightly, saying,
“Poe, don’t look at me like that, like I’m torturing you. I just wanna help,” he let his hands slide up to Poe’s chest.
“Yeah,” he responded, “help yourself.” He groaned anyway when Finn’s thumbs found his tender nipples through his shirt, and his knees nearly buckled. But Finn caught him quick, hooking both hands under his thighs, using the door to hold him up.
“Ok yeah, you got me,” Finn answered, then closer, lips right at Poe’s ear, “can you blame me though?” Finn squeezed his thighs like he owned them. He felt like he did own them. Poe’s eyelids fluttered closed as he let himself be carried over to his bed, finally.
Finn dropped him, gently, onto the rumpled sheets. Poe tried to scoot off, seemingly coming to his senses from a few seconds ago, but he only made it to the edge of the mattress, before Finn pushed him softly down, flat on his back.
“Stay right there Poe,” he commanded, pausing to take his own shirt off, and unfasten his pants, “you ain’t going nowhere.” Poe bit his lip, hard.
He climbed onto the bed, “C’mon, take all this off, you’re burning up.” He pulled Poe’s loose shirt and bottoms off without a fight. Poe heaved a sigh when he was nude, seemingly grateful for the cool air on his overheated skin.
“Thank you Finn, I was so fucking hot,” he murmured lucidly, eyes closed.
“He speaks!”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” Poe said, monotone.
“You’re so sexy,” Finn replied slapping Poe's thigh lightly, “go hold onto the headboard, I wanna see somethin’.”
Poe just stared at Finn for a few beats, eyes distrusting. Finn chuckled.
“Come on! It’ll be fun, I promise.” Poe still didn’t make a move after his most powerful piece of persuasion, so Finn guided his hands over to the headboard, and made him raise up on his knees.
“There you go, just like that. Now,” Finn quickly laid on his back, and slid his head between Poe’s knees, “sit.”
Poe looked down, craning his neck trying to get a good look at Finn, eyes wide.
“No! No I’m not gonna do that…”
Finn was only half listening. “Nah, it’s ok, Poe. I want you to.”
Poe huffed out a sigh, frustrated, “No Finn, I can’t sit on your face.”
“And why is that?”
“There's too much- I'm so w- Nevermind.”
“Poe!”
Poe’s voice was small, hardly more than a whisper, “...you won’t be able to breathe .”
Poe’s fears actually might've been valid:
He was dripping . Slick was rolling down his thighs lazily, thickly. In the dim light, Finn could just barely make out how Poe's hole twitched with every fresh, clear bead that rolled out. Finn blinked in slow motion, for fear that he would miss even a second. He was caught up in the sight, the feel, the smell of Poe, sharp and musky and alive, like a rain forest.
‘Fertile ,’ Finn thought suddenly, and exhaled sharply, dizzy now . Poe, feeling the breath on his most private places, shivered, his back arched, and more slick oozed out. Right onto Finn’s forehead.
He was gonna lose his damn mind.
“Poe. You need. To sit. Down.” He grabbed his hips and pulled.
Poe’s thighs were shaky, and he came down slowly, without much protest.
When he was fully sat, though, he gasped hard, and moaned loud: animal, primordial. He was stock still for a moment, until his hips started to move, almost on their own.
Finn hadn't shaved in days, so he had a little stubble. But that didn't stop Poe from grinding, slow and long and deliberate, on Finn’s face. The stubble actually seemed to encourage it.
Finn had to admit: he was drowning a little. Poe was just so wet , almost unnecessarily so. Finn wondered for a crazed moment if all the child-bearers from Yavin-4 got this...excited, or if Poe was just special.
He opened his mouth to ask him, and what a revelation that had been.
Poe tasted good . He tasted good the way eating a fruit right off the tree tasted good, the way drinking water straight from a stream tasted good, or so Finn would imagine. Sure, he tasted like sweat and salt, but more than that he tasted natural. 100% organic, 100% Poe. Ripe for the picking.
Finn tightened his grip on Poe’s hips, and put his mouth to work, lips kissing and sucking lightly, tongue circling, probing, lapping. The slick still dribbled down his chin, his neck. He swallowed what he could, but was sure it was all over his face and the bed. He could barely even breathe, and he didn’t care. He could die happily underneath Poe.
Finn stopped just circling his hole with his tongue, and stuck it in, as far as it would go. The taste of Poe was even stronger here, and Finn groaned, he had to. Poe himself stopped grinding when Finn stuck his tongue in, deep, and howled, animalistic. Finn took advantage of his stillness, and gripped his hips, holding him, making him take it, fully fucking him on his tongue, like a man starved.
Poe trembled, eyes rolling up the back of his head, head tipped back, body clenching down on Finn’s tongue, as a fresh wave of slick rolled past it. His thighs clenched rhythmically around Finn’s head, breath coming out of him in waves, moans heaving past his lips unbidden as he came, came from a few inches of tongue.
Finn was dead, he was sure of it: head crushed by Poe’s thick strong thighs, breath cut off by his cum. What a way to go.
Once the shivers stopped wracking his body, Poe came down from his orgasm with a deeply satisfied groan, and shakily dismounted Finn's face.
Finn must’ve looked a mess: a sticky, panting, lustful mess. Poe looked mortified. He grabbed one of their shirts and started to wipe down Finn’s face.
“I’m sorry Finn, I didn’t mean to-”
Finn grabbed Poe’s wrist, effectively stopping him; he wants the slick on his face, he wants to be marked with his scent.
“Don't apologize, never been more turned on in my life," Finn hurriedly reassures, expression dark, lost to pleasure, "come here, come sit in my lap.”
Finn doesn't even give Poe the chance, bodily pulling him against his chest. He revels in all of this skin to skin contact, feeling surrounded in Poe's warmth and scent. He runs his fingers over his chest, plays with the hair there, tweaks his nipples. Poe arches and gasps softly at this, dusky brown nipples standing fully peaked.
"You like that Poe, feels good?" Finn asks, voice husky.
Finn felt like he was melting, like he was losing himself to Poe. He runs his hands over his sides, feeling his rolls. Hides his face in the crook of Poe’s neck, his teeth aching to bite, hard . He doesn’t though, not now, settles instead for licking a flat-tongued stripe up Poe’s neck, and sucking dark hickies along his jugular. One hand finds his nipple again, this time pinching and tugging hard, finger lightly circling the areola, marveling at Poe’s sensitivity here. The other grabbed at his ample ass, smoothing down the hair there, squeezing to measure the give of his muscles.
He had to please Poe, had to feel every inch of him, he felt compelled to. He’d been waiting for so long, too long , and he was going to take his time with Poe. Take his time taking him apart, soaking him up through his fingertips, rewriting the blueprint left by past lovers.
Poe is murmuring, a constant stream of “yes,” and “oh!” and “ please, ” hands stroking Finn’s hair, holding his head against him, running down his back, feeling his scar, relishing in the otherwise smooth, unblemished skin. If Finn was melting, Poe was already liquid, water slipping through Finn’s fingers. His cycle affected his view on the world for a few weeks, gave everything a softer and rosier tint, but never like this. It was as if there was nothing else, nothing before or after Finn, and he wondered briefly why was ever so hesitant in the first place.
Because of course it would be Finn.
Poe pushes Finn back by his shoulders, and before he can even say anything, he kisses him. Poe moans into the kiss, desperate and touch starved and lonely and so stupidly in love. Finn’s lips are pillow-soft and yielding, and Poe wonders why he didn’t do this sooner, why it had taken him so long to sit nude in Finn’s lap and kiss him. Both hands grip Finn's face, as if Finn would leave him, as if he'd change his mind. He licks into Finn’s mouth, and tastes himself across his tongue, throughout his mouth. It’s filthy, sloppy, audible , as Poe slides his tongue against Finn’s, urging him to follow his lead. It’s clear that Finn has less experience, but he is quick on the uptake, pulling Poe impossibly closer, tip of his tongue skimming the back of Poe’s teeth experimentally, sucking Poe’s tongue hard.
Finn seemed to forget his rock hard dick currently trapped between their stomachs, but Poe didn’t, and ground his hips forward in an attempt to cover his dick in slick, hoping that Finn would get the memo. He groans in appreciation, but otherwise continues his assault on Poe’s body, kissing him deep, gripping his ass with both hands, utterly lost to the Experience of Poe. Poe squirmed in his lap, nerves still alight from his orgasm, yet aching for more .
“Finn, please,” Poe attempted to separate himself from Finn, pushing lightly at his shoulders.
Finn made a rumbling sound deep in his throat. “Stay still Poe,” he growled, his voice deep and rolling, arms tightening around Poe’s waist, “you’re mine, be good for me.”
Finn bites him then, hard, right on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He was pinning Poe there, keeping him there.
Poe goes limp, all breath leaving his body in a gust. A fresh wave of slick dribbles out. He feels a deep itch at the back of his mind, his animal brain telling him he needs to get on his hands and knees, he needs to have his ass high in the air and his head on the pillow. Finn won't let him though, he's still biting down on his neck. He splits the difference and keeps rolling his hips, moans for Finn, wanting more.
As far as Finn was concerned, Poe was ready for more when he said so, and right now, he was exactly where he needed to be: getting felt up on Finn’s lap. Finn cannot rush this, Poe deserves more than quick fumblings. The nearest star could explode, and Finn would still-
Just as he was trying to complete that thought, Poe angled his hips the right way or something, because Finn finally felt his wet heat right along the sensitive underside of his dick. He relaxes his jaw to moan, brokenly, head absolutely swimming.
‘He’s ready,’ the voice in his head whispers. He doesn’t argue.
Finn's lap is soaked by the time he releases Poe, and lays him down. Poe is desperate now, they both are, but Finn still wants to do this right. His fingers trail down Poe’s body.
“Poe, baby?” he implores, attempting a gentle voice, but he just sounds feverish, like liquid sex.
“Yes Finn?” Somewhere in his head, Poe is taken aback by how whiny he sounds, but he ignores it.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” Finn drags his fingers through Poe’s pubic hair. Poe barely suppressed a full body shudder at both the feeling and his words.
“Yes Finn, yes I have, yes please-” Poe doesn’t know how his answer turned into him breathlessly begging.
“How long has it been?” Finn murmurs, cutting him off. Poe is too distracted by Finn’s fingers travelling lower, ghosting past where he was throbbing, begging to be touched.
“Huh?” he intelligently replies.
Finn’s fingers stop, and pull away as he begins to repeat himself, oddly calm,
“I said-”
“Finn please!” Poe’s hand shoots out, grabbing Finn’s wrist pulling his hand back towards his body, “shit, I don’t know, it’s been years Finn, it’s been so long, fuck please , I need it!”
Finn’s face changes, a possessive feeling running through him, gripping him. He presses his fingers between Poe’s folds, effectively shushing his begging, while tearing a loud moan from him. How could no one fuck him for years? How could anyone resist this taste, this smell, this feel, how could anyone resist Poe? How could anyone leave him lonely and desperate? But Finn was here now, he would take care of him now. Finn slinks down between Poe’s thighs, and holds them open; he wants to get a good look.
In the dim light, Finn’s eyes eat up every detail. A small, hooded member gives way to full, fat, hairy lips. Plum-brown and reddish-pink towards the center, hole winking, twitching, creaming. Finn was mesmerized, drooling, feeling like he could cum from this sight alone. He presses his fingers to his folds again, slicking them up, before slowly screwing one inside.
Color explodes behind Poe’s eyes when he feels Finn sink in. His finger is thick, nail perfectly blunt, as he prods and pets and loosens Poe up.
“Finn I’m gonna-” Poe’s body seizes up with a twitch, “I’m gonna,” another twitch, “you’re gonna make me-”
Just then, Finn sinks another finger into Poe, pistoning his arm slowly, firmly, dragging moans past Poe’s lips.
“Haaaaa, baby, Finn, please- ahhhhh, I’m gonna,” Poe cants his hips, tilting into the evenly paced finger fucking, warmth pooling low in his belly.
Finn twists his fingers then, eyes trailing up Poe’s body, watching for his reaction. Poe’s head shoots up from the bed, biting his lip something fierce, holding back a filthy moan, and his thighs clench together. He makes brief eye contact with Finn before flopping back down, grinding his hips in a circular motion.
Finn picked up the pace, spurred on by Poe’s incoherent praise. He slides another finger in, he has to know that Poe can take him, he has to ensure that he won’t hurt him.
Poe’s eyebrows shoot up, and he tries to grab Finn’s hand; he’s never taken 3 of his own fingers, let alone someone else’s. He was gonna cum, he was gonna cum again before Finn even got his dick in him, he was gonna cum-
Finn pins Poe’s hand to the mattress without missing a beat, and presses his thumb right against Poe, right where he needs it, stroking gently. His fingers press a ‘come hither’ motion inside him, reaching spots Poe didn’t even know he had.
His ass leaves the bed, feet planted firmly, as he arches , panting heavily, shivers wracking him, as he tries to breath through it, as he tries to stave off his orgasm.
He fails.
“Ahhhhhh, Finnnn, I’m...I’m, fuck. I’m cumming ,” his voice tapers off as his climax takes him, eyes crossing and rolling, jaw dropping open. His hips give a few valiant thrusts into the air, before dropping back down to the bed. His breath comes in huffs and puffs, all while Finn works him into near oversensitivity with his thumb, holding his fingers still inside of him, relishing the feeling of Poe’s body clamping down on them.
He wanted to feel it on his dick.
Removing his fingers carefully, he stroked his dick, effectively coating it in Poe’s slick, and spreading around his (unprecedented amount) of precum.
“Last chance Poe, condom or no?” He doesn’t know why he even asked, something in the back of his head screaming that neither of them were leaving this room until Poe was full , properly full.
Poe looks at him, eyes glancing between him and his dick. He looks completely fucked out despite not having been fucked: curls utterly disheveled, hickies lining his neck, flushed so dark that Finn could see freckles and small, silvered scars across his nose bridge.
“Finn, if you don’t put your dick in me right now I’ll-”
He didn’t get a chance to finish the threat before Finn was lining himself up. He couldn't help but tease Poe a bit, sliding his dick along Poe's folds, getting his dick even more wet ( ‘smearing his precum all over Poe’ his animal brain helpfully provided), but also unnecessarily working Poe up. He was panting now, damn near hyperventilating.
"Finn , please I, I'm wet enough! I'm ready! Plea-"
"Hush Poe." He pushed the head of his dick in.
“ Oh ,” they both breathed.
Finn felt like he was ready to bust the second he slid in. He's had a few people, a few fumblings in the Stormtrooper barracks, but nothing like this. Nothing like the wet, warm, wet, hot, fucking soaking wet heat of Poe pulling him in. They both have to take a breath, heaving air into their lungs, Finn’s spine curled, he is positively hunched over Poe, hands planted on either side of his head.
“Wait!” Poe says, but Finn does not wait, he can’t, and he slides another inch in, smooth as silk. He fucks him with it, with 3 inches of dick, just the tip, and Poe cums, he can’t help it. He’s still coming though, he’s still twitching, and he squirts . For the first time in his adult life, he squirts, and it’s from a 10 second fuck on 30% of a dick. He's mortified, but he's never ever been this turned on, ever.
Finn notices, distantly, the sudden influx of thinner fluid, and murmurs words of praise in Poe’s ear, “feels good huh, baby? This is what you needed huh? So good for me, so good.” His voice sounds pinched though, he has to suck air in through his teeth, because Poe is squeezing the head of his dick like a vice, and he wants this to last, he can’t finish yet.
Poe nods, rapidly, like a bobblehead, teary eyed, head in a haze. Finn continues his slow push inside, inch after inch, after inch, after-
"How much dick do you have???" Poe asks at one point, damn near crazed, as Finn keeps sliding, sliding, sliding in.
"9 inches," Finn responds, strained, yet matter of factly.
"What!?" Poe croaks, not really a question, as his head snaps up to see where their bodies are connected.
"Measured it," Finn answers anyway, teeth gritted.
“Oh…” Poe replies, and drops his head back to his rumpled sheets.
He was dead, he was sure of it. 3 orgasms in, laying in a puddle of his own slick, speared on more dick than he’s ever had in his life, bonelessly taking it, from a man at least 10 standard years younger than him. What a way to go...
Finally, Finn's hips meet Poe's ass. Finn releases the breath he was holding, still concentrating, eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn't cum immediately, but Poe's eyes crossed, and his mouth dropped open.
This was bad, this was real bad, Poe could feel it deep, too deep, so very deep. He felt a scream tickle in his throat, he felt the heat of tears behind his eyes.
This dick was going to ruin him.
Suddenly it dawned on him: this is why he was avoiding Finn, this is why he was skirting the inevitable. He knew he was gonna scream and beg and cum on Finn's cock all night, all week, and for the rest of his life if he could.
Finn pulls out a scant few inches and presses back inside, gently, firmly, but Poe nearly screams nevertheless. He clamps both hands over his mouth, his slutty sound ringing in his ears. He knew in a few minutes it wouldn't matter, he has never felt like this before. He knew he was gonna be dick-brained and fucked out if Finn kept thrusting like that.
Heat rushes to the base of Finn’s spine, and one thrust turns into another, into another, into another, until he’s built up a steady rhythm.
Warmth blooms across Poe’s core, and as he predicted, his hands fly away from his mouth as he moans loud and full bodied, singing Finn’s praises. He curls fingers around Finn’s neck, holding on for dear life. Finn drops down to his elbows, bringing their chests closer together, bringing their foreheads together. He watches Poe’s face as he drills him deep, rolling into him. Poe wraps his arms around Finn’s shoulders as best he can, his eyebrows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut, lips trying to say something, trying to form some kind of string of words, but he only succeeds in moaning. He opens his eyes, and looks at Finn, bold enough to make eye contact while getting fucked within an inch of his life. He smiles then, slow and liquid, and pulls Finn down for a kiss.
That’s when he knows, that’s when Finn knows with complete clarity that he loves Poe.
He needs to show him just how much.
Finn pulls out then, much to Poe’s chagrin, and flips him over, bodily.
“Hands and knees, Poe, c’mon.” Again, Finn doesn’t give him a chance to process the order, he just hoists Poe up by his hips, propping him up like he weighs nothing. Poe whines quietly at the display of strength, because Poe definitely weighs something, but Finn is just that strong.
Poe quickly gets his hands under him, his body-brain rejoicing the position, knowing this is gonna let Finn go deep , go hard, gonna make him feel it. His body clenches around nothing, his hips sway lightly. He’s trying to be patient, but it’s already been a few seconds since Finn’s been inside of him, and he just doesn’t think he can survive any more.
But Finn doesn’t waste any more time, he’s done teasing. He guides the tip inside of Poe, and slams it all the way home. Poe screams this time, but Finn doesn’t slow down for even a second. He grabs Poe’s hips, hard enough to bruise, and puts his full weight behind his thrusts, pulling Poe backwards onto his cock. He felt like a man possessed: slamming into Poe, listening to the clap of his thighs against Poe’s, the wet sounds of their sex, watching the sweat rolling off his brow, dripping onto the man beneath him. He expected any sex with Poe to be sweet, sinuous, a slow work up to a mutual crescendo.
This isn’t anything like that; this is fucking, raw fucking. Watching his dick disappear inside of Poe, watching it fill him, reach all the places others never could.
Poe is a wreck, he knows he is, but it’s just been so long, and Finn is so perfect. He’s absolutely babbling, as Finn fills him up, takes his time, his dick hits the back, fucks deeper than anyone. The few people he'd fucked back home were smaller, slimmer, more tapered at the end, everything Finn was not.
His arms tremble struggling to hold him up, and his elbows finally buckle, dropping his shoulders to the bed. Head down, ass up, his lizard brain is almost sated, that itch from just below his consciousness is almost scratched.
Finn moaned, running a hand down Poe’s newly arched back, but he couldn’t let Poe rest, he couldn’t get the same leverage like this. He took advantage of the position, stopping only momentarily to grab Poe by the elbows, pull his torso up, and jackhammer into him. He’d kept up his physique since defecting ( ‘escaping, eloping, with Poe’ ), and was putting it to good work, absolutely ruining Poe, bouncing him on his dick.
Poe is yelling now, his entire body pulled tight, ready to snap any moment now. He’s red down to his shoulders, slicked with sweat and his own cum, curls sticking to his forehead, climaxing a little with every thrust, an elongated and never ending orgasm. This is what he needed, what he always needed, he needed it this hard, this fast, this fucking deep. And he needs Finn to cum in him, he wants it, with everything in him. Finn is so strong, so kind, so beautiful, so brave--he might be saying all this out loud, but he might not be saying it in Standard. He doesn’t care, he’ll speak in Binary if it’ll get Finn to cum in him.
Finn loves it, listens carefully to Poe’s native language, the way it rolls off his tongue in waves, the sensuality of it; he understands a few words, but he knows all of it is for him, he knows what Poe is trying to say.
“Noisy for me...” he murmurs, voice a rumble, “so wet for me, so good for me.” Finn knows he can’t last, knows he doesn’t have to last for much longer than this. His hips stutter, his rhythm falters as the heat coiled at the base of his spine threatens to snap.
“Hmmm, ‘m gonna cum baby, ‘m gonna shoot,” Finn can barely utter the warning, a hint of a whimper in his voice. Poe is just so warm, soaking wet, positively lush, begging to be filled.
‘Begging to be bred .’
As soon as the thought enters Finn’s mind, he’s cumming. He releases Poe’s elbows in favor of pressing his shoulders into the mattress, making him take it, pressing his dick as deep as it can go. He bites his trembling lip, and his moans turn into whimpers as he cums for what feels like forever, it feels like his soul is escaping through his dick, his eyebrows draw together, his eyes slip closed on their own.
Poe’s mouth opens on a silent scream as he takes it, breathlessly chanting “yes, yes, yes, yes,” eyes unseeingly staring at his headboard. The animal in his head finally shuts up, or maybe they're finally saying the same thing.
Poe turns his head to the side, giving Finn a hint of his facial expression. He sees nothing but pure bliss written on his features, and his dick gives one last twitch, one last squirt before he collapses carefully onto Poe, his energy sapped. He doesn't pull out, can't pull out, his body won't let him.
They lay there, utterly boneless, deeply satisfied, Poe blanketed under Finn’s considerable weight. One of them starts giggling, the other questioning it at first, before falling into the post-orgasm-sillies and laughing as well.
Poe feels a slight pinch, a sort of twinge or cramp deep inside himself, but mostly ignores it, tapping Finn’s thigh, signaling for him to get up. He pulls out, and flops beside Poe on the bed.
“You know I'm only gonna be satisfied for like, ten minutes before I'm begging for it again, right?”
Finn smirks, and says confidently,
“I think I can handle that.”