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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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"I'm yours," he promised roughly, his voice a low whispered against Finn's mouth. He pulled back his hips only so that he could get his hands between them, tear away the rest of the fabric. Finally utterly bear, he took Finn's cock in hand and stroked it warmly.

"Slick," he said, a demand and a question at the same time. Because he needed to be in Finn more than he ever had before.

The slick was never far in these rooms. His hand flailed off to the side table, searching blindly for a drawer to open. He wasn't thinking about anything in their present situation other than Poe's hand on him, a gesture he was surprised to still find this intimate.

His hand wrapped around a bottle before he knew it, quickly trying to shove it into Poe's hands. Between this job and knowing when Poe was the most likely client to pick him up, Finn was already half prepared from a while ago.

"Mine," he echoed belatedly, really not used to that, so much so that it took a long moment before he realized what was said. Instead of him belonging to all of these people, Poe wanted to belong to him. His hands threaded into Poe's hair before repeating more firmly, "Mine."

The fingers curling in his hair made a shiver run down his spine and Poe groaned lowly. He didn't let go of Finn's cock - still stroking him - and he fumbling with the other hand to get the bottle open, and too pour some of the cool liquid onto the heated skin of his cock. He felt like he was on fire, and he couldn't quite understand it. It had never been like this.

He finally let go of Finn's cock, but just so he could raise the man's hips into a better position and then line himself up. He didn't push in, just yet, leaning down to steal a clumsy kiss, utterly overwhelmed.

"Yours," he promised again, just as he started pushing - pressure building against that tight right of muscle as he pressed the head of his cock against it. But between the lubricant and Finn's well worked body, the resistance didn't last for long, and suddenly the head slipped inside, pulling a surprised grunt from his lips.

Finn grunted from the intrusion, arching against Poe as the rest of the world whited out. It took a moment before he realized Poe was inside of him and another for him to adjust to the feeling. It seemed like far too long before he was able to breathe again.

"Kiss me," he gasped before he could hold his tongue. He wasn't supposed to give out the orders in this dynamic, but something about it made him feel braver, more able to do something so risky. And he didn't take it back either.

He didn’t give the order even a second thought before he was obeying - leaning down to trap Finn’s lips in a deep, yearning kiss.

Usually when they fucked - and that was really the only word that could be used for it - it was a quick affair. Poe would demand Finn fucked himself on Poe’s cock and the whore would do it, seemingly happily.

This was nothing like that.

He moaned into Finn’s mouth as he finally came to a halt, cock buried balls deep in Finn’s hot, tight body. He didn’t make any demands and he didn’t rush it - he just deepened the kiss and held himself there, utterly buried.

“Far away,” he whispered into Finn’s mouth. “Going to take you far, far away—“

Finn's breath stopped and his body froze. Just for that split second, he really believed Poe. The second after, he remembered why that promise wasn't a good one.

Another beat and he remembered their roles. He was lying.

Finn finally allowed himself to breathe again, eyes squeezing tightly shut. His arms and legs pulled at Poe, trying to make them be closer together. "I want it," he said honestly to the lie, so honest that he was struggling to keep himself together for this. "Poe, I want- More than anything-"

Just a fantasy. All he was there for.

It was a fantasy. A fantasy he desperately wanted, but a fantasy none-the-less. He fell into it easily, and he moved inside Finn like he was making love to him.

Because he was.

When the were both sated and spent, he collapsed - cock still buried inside Finn as he slumped onto his chest, breathing hard, the experience far more intense in a far stranger way than it ever had been before.

He was silent for a long time, just letting his body slowly wind down and breath, before he finally murmured: "... I'll find a way, Finn. I promise. Just... just hold on until then."

Finn wished he was dazed out of his mind right now. He was breathing heavy, his own seed sticky and still warm between them, staring up at the ceiling. What they just did was... wonderful, beautiful, a gift, but-

He blinked when Poe spoke, and it all suddenly seemed more like reality. Even if it was a fantasy, Finn figured he should play his role. "That's a dangerous promise, Poe," he said in a firm voice he very rarely used with clients.

Made it seem real, though, and that's what Poe wanted. Because this couldn't be real.

"Like everything I do isn't already dangerous," Poe muttered, before grunting a little and pulling back - slumping onto his side next to Finn rather than on top of him.

"I risk everything every time we go on a mission, and for what? Nothing." He frowned up at the ceiling and idly scratched his chest. "... You're basically the only thing that keeps me together, sometimes, you know that?"

He didn't answer to that. How could he? What would he say? It was hardly farfetched to hear that this was the better part of Poe's day, but to risk his life for it? Finn's heart ached.

So after a very long moment, he swallowed and tried to respond. "It's a war. Wars end. You're a good pilot. I've seen you on drills before. You're so good that... maybe you can survive? Until the end?" At this point, Finn's survival depended almost entirely on luck. Poe was different. Poe was in a position that he could still mostly rely on his skills. That wasn't something to take for granted.

"What you're talking about-... If they knew you even thought about it-... Even like this, it's dangerous." Even just a fantasy, he meant. Fantasies have a way of sinking in, building hope. The Order didn't like hope.

So much for pretending this was fake, though.

"It's not going to end. Even if we will, I'll be running sorties to keep everyone under our boot heel until the end of time."

He twisted around with a grunt until he was on his side, facing Finn, his voice dropping.

"If I could do it. If I found us a way out. Would you go?"

Maybe the Order wouldn't win, Finn wanted to suggest. If the Republic or Resistance succeeded, though, they'd both likely be killed.

Saying any of that wouldn't matter, though. Poe had asked him a question, and Finn couldn't ignore it. He licked his lips, eyes looking towards Poe's general direction but not remotely at him. "There isn't a way out."

He'd tried. At least, he had very vague memories of trying, enough to know they were real. His hand rubbed at his eyes. "Poe, you're going to get yourself killed."

"I'm already a dead man walking," he murmured quietly. "There has to be a way out. I'm not - I would never do anything to get you hurt, Finn. I swear."

He was getting nervous, though, and he reached out and took Finn's hand to grip it tightly, pulling it away from Finn's face.

"Would you come?"

"I-" Of course, he would.

Finn let out a hard breath and roughly turned on his side to face him. "I do want it - I want that planet away from everything, I want it with you - but the only thing I want more is for you to survive. If they found out you were talking like this- If they caught you trying-... There are worse things than death. I couldn't keep going knowing they were hurting you like that because you tried to get us- get us to that stupid planet. You're not worth it."

His voice broke at the end there, but at least he was saying it with the full knowledge that Poe was potentially a spy trying to gauge Finn's loyalty. Being punished was worth it on the chance he was telling the truth.

If Poe wanted to leave, couldn't he just fly away while on mission? Taking Finn along would be too much a risk...

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