The mission went about as well as it could, when the pilot barely wanted to speak at all. They secured the shipment, but discovered they were going to have to make a few more hops around the galaxy before they could go back to the base. Poe hated it. Every moment around Finn was turning into a sort of torture. He hadn’t gotten any release from their interlude, he’d been too focused on demonstrating how much pleasure he could give Finn to find any release himself.
Stupid. He was so stupid. He’d never been fully trained for this role - the Admiral had always trained him to be the subordinate - and then when Poe had turned out to be too much of a political liability, he’d been dropped like a hot potato. He could remember how he was broken with almost exquisite detail, but he didn’t know how to replicate it. He’d let his feelings get away from him, again, and because of that he’d clearly lost the man he loved. Again. He was furious with himself and he was furious with Finn for not understanding. He couldn’t be wrong, could he? Maybe Finn and him weren’t the beautifully matched pair that he envisioned. Maybe he’d just fallen so hard for Finn that he was imagining it?
No. No, that orgasm had been real. It was proof. He’d just ruined it either by rushing it or giving Finn an illusion of freedom, or both.
Damn it. Damn it.
He managed to ignore the aching need for nearly 32 hours. He barely talked in that entire time and certainly never looked at Finn - not willing to taunt himself with something he thought he’d lost. But finally during the next night cycle he broke.
His balls practically ached, heavy and sore from lack of release as he stripped down in his bunk. He lay down, closing his eyes and picturing Finn’s shuddering body as he came, and Poe’s cock instantly came to attention. He didn’t even notice how deeply he moaned when he started to stroke it.
He also didn’t notice - or chose not to notice - that the door was open a few inches.
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Poe didn’t reply.
He was done fighting about the inevitable.
The mission went about as well as it could, when the pilot barely wanted to speak at all. They secured the shipment, but discovered they were going to have to make a few more hops around the galaxy before they could go back to the base. Poe hated it. Every moment around Finn was turning into a sort of torture. He hadn’t gotten any release from their interlude, he’d been too focused on demonstrating how much pleasure he could give Finn to find any release himself.
Stupid. He was so stupid. He’d never been fully trained for this role - the Admiral had always trained him to be the subordinate - and then when Poe had turned out to be too much of a political liability, he’d been dropped like a hot potato. He could remember how he was broken with almost exquisite detail, but he didn’t know how to replicate it. He’d let his feelings get away from him, again, and because of that he’d clearly lost the man he loved. Again. He was furious with himself and he was furious with Finn for not understanding. He couldn’t be wrong, could he? Maybe Finn and him weren’t the beautifully matched pair that he envisioned. Maybe he’d just fallen so hard for Finn that he was imagining it?
No. No, that orgasm had been real. It was proof. He’d just ruined it either by rushing it or giving Finn an illusion of freedom, or both.
Damn it. Damn it.
He managed to ignore the aching need for nearly 32 hours. He barely talked in that entire time and certainly never looked at Finn - not willing to taunt himself with something he thought he’d lost. But finally during the next night cycle he broke.
His balls practically ached, heavy and sore from lack of release as he stripped down in his bunk. He lay down, closing his eyes and picturing Finn’s shuddering body as he came, and Poe’s cock instantly came to attention. He didn’t even notice how deeply he moaned when he started to stroke it.
He also didn’t notice - or chose not to notice - that the door was open a few inches.