It'll get easier... The thought of this continuing like it had been wasn't something he was looking forward to. That's the part he wanted to change.
Yet, he paused for an entirely different reason. The way Poe talked about it had sounded like experience. Had he done this to other people? Had this been done to him?
He squeezed the bar and tried to put himself back on track. "Communication." Right. That was a good start. "Last night, we- we, uh-" Fuck. What words could he possibly use? "We improvised. It worked out, but that's because we were both holding back. Now that we aren't anymore, I want us to talk about what we want before we start-... before we start."
He should say he didn't want the sex at all anymore, but Poe wouldn't listen to that. Besides, Finn had no room to say no now. He had begged. Poe would call him a liar and he'd be fucking right.
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Yet, he paused for an entirely different reason. The way Poe talked about it had sounded like experience. Had he done this to other people? Had this been done to him?
He squeezed the bar and tried to put himself back on track. "Communication." Right. That was a good start. "Last night, we- we, uh-" Fuck. What words could he possibly use? "We improvised. It worked out, but that's because we were both holding back. Now that we aren't anymore, I want us to talk about what we want before we start-... before we start."
He should say he didn't want the sex at all anymore, but Poe wouldn't listen to that. Besides, Finn had no room to say no now. He had begged. Poe would call him a liar and he'd be fucking right.