It was going straight to his head, watching Finn moan and writhe and beg for him. But he didn’t increase his pace. If anything, he went slower - more deliberately. He was going to make this the best thing that had ever happened to Finn. He was going to make this so good that Finn would dream about this night for years. It wasn’t as romantic as Poe would have wanted it to be, but- he could make up for that.
His blood sung when Finn babbled I love you. Poe wasn’t sure he meant it. Wasn’t sure that whatever he’d been doing to Finn wasn’t just overloading his capacity for rational thought. But he wanted it to be true. He would make it true.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, Finn. I’ve always loved you. I’m going to make you feel so good... I’m going to make it so you think about this every time you close your eyes. So that you’ll think about me as much as I think about you.”
He’d finally gotten his first finger in, and he crooked it, gently stroking Finn’s prostate, while stroking himself almost torturously slow, knowing Finn could feel it at the same time.
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His blood sung when Finn babbled I love you. Poe wasn’t sure he meant it. Wasn’t sure that whatever he’d been doing to Finn wasn’t just overloading his capacity for rational thought. But he wanted it to be true. He would make it true.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, Finn. I’ve always loved you. I’m going to make you feel so good... I’m going to make it so you think about this every time you close your eyes. So that you’ll think about me as much as I think about you.”
He’d finally gotten his first finger in, and he crooked it, gently stroking Finn’s prostate, while stroking himself almost torturously slow, knowing Finn could feel it at the same time.