He’d kissed Finn before, of course. On impulse, mostly, but sometimes ordered. Sometimes he just wanted to taste his own cum in Finn’s mouth, and sometimes he wanted to pretend Finn loves him. But the other man never asked, never initiated.
Until now.
There were a couple of seconds of stunned silence before Poe’s chest tightened so sharply he almost felt choked. He surged forward, wrapping his limbs tightly around Finn as he kissed back. There was a desperation in it, a yearning, and he did not let go. Not for anything.
He knew it was an act, even if he couldn’t convince his heart it was. For that brief, beautiful moment, it felt real.
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He’d kissed Finn before, of course. On impulse, mostly, but sometimes ordered. Sometimes he just wanted to taste his own cum in Finn’s mouth, and sometimes he wanted to pretend Finn loves him. But the other man never asked, never initiated.
Until now.
There were a couple of seconds of stunned silence before Poe’s chest tightened so sharply he almost felt choked. He surged forward, wrapping his limbs tightly around Finn as he kissed back. There was a desperation in it, a yearning, and he did not let go. Not for anything.
He knew it was an act, even if he couldn’t convince his heart it was. For that brief, beautiful moment, it felt real.