Then it hit him. Poe claiming to know what he needed and the promise from before. And the threat underneath.
Poe had lost his mind. Finn could feel his heart fracturing in his chest from the mere idea that this is what he was really like, this was all he really wanted. It would be all too easy to pretened the other side of the argument was true, though. After all, Poe wasn't wrong. Finn did want him.
To struggle or not to struggle? Unless he could get out of these binders, there wasn't many ways this could end. And his heart was beating so hard, lust curling in the pit of his stomach and mingling with the dread, that Finn was certain Poe could hear it. Poe did know how much he wanted this.
Who would he be if he didn't fight, though? He glared at Poe, hoping it put across all of his anger and betrayal, before bringing his knees up in an attempt to get Poe off of him.
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Poe had lost his mind. Finn could feel his heart fracturing in his chest from the mere idea that this is what he was really like, this was all he really wanted. It would be all too easy to pretened the other side of the argument was true, though. After all, Poe wasn't wrong. Finn did want him.
To struggle or not to struggle? Unless he could get out of these binders, there wasn't many ways this could end. And his heart was beating so hard, lust curling in the pit of his stomach and mingling with the dread, that Finn was certain Poe could hear it. Poe did know how much he wanted this.
Who would he be if he didn't fight, though? He glared at Poe, hoping it put across all of his anger and betrayal, before bringing his knees up in an attempt to get Poe off of him.