But they- Finn glanced down between them, his pulse racing, but still not pulling away from Poe. What he described would certainly put Finn under fast, and that's what he wanted most of all. But he didn't want to be fucked like that again and he didn't want to beg Poe for it like last time.
It was different, though. Last time, they agreed to something and didn't stick with it. This time, they could stay with the script the whole way through. So it wasn't bad, right? If Finn agreed to it? But he was bending all of his own rules for Poe, who wasn't trying to change at all for him.
But he was, though. They were talking about it. He was waiting for Finn to agree. That was progress? For anyone else, no, but it was a lot of progress for Poe. And he'd been doing so well. Finn wanted to reinforce how good it could be if they just talked, so why take the rest slow? Why not just give in to what they both wanted from the start?
He was making excuses, he knew. What Finn should do is back up and start compromising things, meet him halfway on his desires instead of going in completely. But deep down, he knew whatever they did, Poe would force the rest on him, anyway. In that state, Finn would want him to. It was easier to- Fuck, what were they doing?
Finn's eyes, blown wide, glanced quickly around the room. If they did this, Finn was going to be loud and drowning for the rest of the day. "Not here," he said after a long silence, finally letting out a breath. "Your bunk. But-"
He held Poe's hands tight, keeping him from going anywhere just yet. "Leave my hands free. If I tap you twice, slow down and give me a second. If I- I don't know- If I pinch you, stop. Okay? If I can talk and I want you to take it slower, I'll say-" Uhhhhhhhh- Fuck, he couldn't think about this shit right- "Starkiller. I'll say Starkiller, okay?"
If he had a safety net, it would be nothing at all. Right?
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He wanted it.
But they- Finn glanced down between them, his pulse racing, but still not pulling away from Poe. What he described would certainly put Finn under fast, and that's what he wanted most of all. But he didn't want to be fucked like that again and he didn't want to beg Poe for it like last time.
It was different, though. Last time, they agreed to something and didn't stick with it. This time, they could stay with the script the whole way through. So it wasn't bad, right? If Finn agreed to it? But he was bending all of his own rules for Poe, who wasn't trying to change at all for him.
But he was, though. They were talking about it. He was waiting for Finn to agree. That was progress? For anyone else, no, but it was a lot of progress for Poe. And he'd been doing so well. Finn wanted to reinforce how good it could be if they just talked, so why take the rest slow? Why not just give in to what they both wanted from the start?
He was making excuses, he knew. What Finn should do is back up and start compromising things, meet him halfway on his desires instead of going in completely. But deep down, he knew whatever they did, Poe would force the rest on him, anyway. In that state, Finn would want him to. It was easier to- Fuck, what were they doing?
Finn's eyes, blown wide, glanced quickly around the room. If they did this, Finn was going to be loud and drowning for the rest of the day. "Not here," he said after a long silence, finally letting out a breath. "Your bunk. But-"
He held Poe's hands tight, keeping him from going anywhere just yet. "Leave my hands free. If I tap you twice, slow down and give me a second. If I- I don't know- If I pinch you, stop. Okay? If I can talk and I want you to take it slower, I'll say-" Uhhhhhhhh- Fuck, he couldn't think about this shit right- "Starkiller. I'll say Starkiller, okay?"
If he had a safety net, it would be nothing at all. Right?