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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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Yeah, he felt the guilt. Finn thought it was for not knowing before, which technically was the truth.

Anyway, he shook his head, like he was trying to tell Poe that was wrong. "Of course, I like you, but- I love you..." No. He let it go and just took Poe's lips again. He knew now, right?

He didn’t have time to reply and honestly didn’t want to - the surge of relief and something almost like a pained joy filling him so completely that he actually groaned into the kiss.

He leaned up against Finn, raising a hand to gently cup his cheek and deepen the kiss.

This was the only thing in the universe he wanted, right now.

Finn groaned back like an answer, all of that joy spilling over into him and mingling with his own. There were a lot of other things he was feeling right now, too, and none of that was going to slow down so long as he clung to Poe. Kissing him like this was making it better/worse, too.

He wasn't going to stop, though. Couldn't. Not when he knew what he had this whole time.

He pushed back into Poe, wiggling until their bodies could slot together.

It was probably for the best that Poe didn’t fully understand just how much of his emotional state Finn could read, or he’d be embarrassed by the flush of arousal that spread through him as Finn slotted their bodies together.

He groaned, softly, a hand resting on Finn’s hip and holding him there, half wanting to pull him closer so that he could grind up against him and half wanting to keep that last gasp of air between them and keep his dignity. He didn’t know that was already out the window.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathed, the rush of longing flooding him with the words. He didn’t just mean the last two weeks. He meant every day that he had to hold himself at arms length, even if he couldn’t totally remember right now why he’d ever done that.

He could feel. He could feel everything. The arousal, the meaning behind his words, all of that longing pressed against him. Through it all, he saw no reason to slow this down.

His hips met Poe's for both of their sakes, grinding against him until he could feel how much Poe liked it. A growl escaped him, his kisses becoming more insistent, more teeth than they were a moment ago.

Poe didn't have to miss him anymore. I'm right here, he desperately wanted to say. More so, he wanted it understood. Hadn't they had similar conversations?

They’d had the conversation many times, and Poe had never been able to explain why it wasn’t the same.

How could it have been? Finn has loved him, and then he didn’t. Even right at his side, he never stopped longing for what they’d lost. What he assumed he’d never get back.

But now Finn was kissing him with a real, deep hunger, and Poe moaned against him as Finn ground their hips together. He’d been so careful, so extremely careful, not to think about Finn like this, but now his mind was racing with every touch and kiss and hint of teeth—

“Finn,” he breathed in a moan as he rolled his hips to meet him, all restraint utterly lost. He’d barely had any at all, in the first place. He ducked his head, mouthing at Finn’s throat, teeth catching at skin. “Finn—“

Finn's head fell back, a low moan shuddering through him. His whole body thrummed with his and Poe's want, his breathing picking up pace. He could hardly think at all for it. His own feelings were enough to blot out his mind, but Poe's too was making the pleasure already too much.

He wondered how much he could handle. Before any second-guessing could be had, Finn's hands were slipping beneath Poe's shirt in the search for warm skin, his hips moving to meet his. "I want you," was coming out of his mouth in gasps. "Poe- Poe, I love you-"

Later, he would wonder if it was the power. If somehow Finn was just feeding off of his feelings - if, in effect, he was brainwashing Finn into wanting this by how much he did. But in the moment, there wasn't a single thought on his mind, save from the shiver up his spine as Finn's fingers found skin.

"You have me," He promised immediately, fingers tugging at any fabric they could find. He pressed a crushing kiss to Finn's lips, pulling his hips back only enough so that his fingers could find the clasp on Finn's belt and snap it open. "Anything you want. I love you so much, Finn, I've always loved you --"

More. He needed Poe. He needed all of him now.

"Want you," he repeated, fumbling hands making short work of Poe's belt and the front of his pants. It wasn't graceful but it was done. "Just you. Just- I love you. I need you. Please." He cut his own words off with another quick, deep kiss.

He should slow down, a tiny part of his mind was trying to tell him. This was too rushed, something was going on that he didn't understand, and he needed to slow down.

Unfortunately, people had been trying to tell Poe to slow down for his entire life, and he had never, ever listened. He wasn't about to, now.

He moaned into the kiss, fumbling with Finn's clothes in turn even as he tried to shimmy his ass a little to get his own loosened pants off. All it really managed was to get them half way down his thighs, his JETS! boxers tenting almost comically as his cock sprung to attention.

He managed to get Finn's fly open and wasting no time pushing a hand down his pants, cupping the hard cock he found there, still trapped in Finn's underwear, and squeezing it warmly.

"You have me," He said again, breathless and intent. "You have me, Finn. I'm right here-"

Finn whined, one hand snaking around Poe's back just to hang on to him for dear life. He was far too sensitive, feeling Poe's arousal with his own taking his breath away. He... probably wasn't going to last very long.

His hips pressed into Poe's hand, his other hand slipping beneath the JETS! boxers waistband to gently make a grab for him. A bit forward, maybe a bit much, but Finn was leaning into him and desperate to get closer, trying to kiss within an inch of his life.

"Finn," he panted, his cock throbbing under the touch, his hips bucking. He gave up on any pretense and pushed his hand under Finn's underwear too, gripping the thick, hard cock that he knew so intimately and yet was completely foreign.

He gave it a stroke as well as he could - still trapped in fabric.

He'd never known the man to be this forward - the first time around, they had gone very slowly - but then again, the first time around Poe hadn't been nearly as in love with him as he was now. His love had only grown as time went on, rather than lessened, and if Finn could feel it--

He felt a surge of it, bright and hot, in his chess, and he pressed a bruising kiss to Finn's lips.

He gasped into the kiss before he could gather enough mind to return it. He definitely wasn't going to last, yet he tethered on the edge with madness pumping through his veins. Poe loved him, he loved him so much. Finn never thought he could have something like this.

He brought Poe's cock out, his hand shuttling over it, desperate to make Poe feel just a fraction of what he felt. His other gripped lower at Poe's ass, while still trying to return the kiss.

"Yes, please, yes-" It was just a note beneath his breath, words that he didn't know he was speaking. All he could think about was how much he needed Poe, needed this.

When Finn’s hand gripped at his ass, he had the sudden sharp image of Finn pushing inside him, and it caused a low moan to escape his lips, his ass clenching.

He managed with his free hand to get Finn’s clothes down off his hip, bringing that perfect cock into the sunlight.

“I want to taste you when you come,” he whispered roughly, and didn’t wait for a response before he was pulling out of Finn’s grasp and shuffling down the length of his body, ducking his head to take the stuff cock into his mouth, tongue lapping at the salty fluid already there. Quickly, he sealed his lips around the shaft and pushed his head down, swallowing as much of Finn’s cock as he could.

The words alone were enough to make his cock give a jerk, more precome escaping. His heart was pounding harder than it had in recent memory, breathing fast and shallow-

Then Poe was on him.

He gasped, high and desperate. His hand grabbed for Poe's hair, and that's as far as he got. He was coming down Poe's throat, moaning from the white out of ecstasy, lasting for awhile thanks to all the stimulation his new power was constantly feeding him.

Fuck, but it was beautiful. Poe moaned as he felt Finn come in his throat, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed it down as quickly as it came. He eased off slowly once Finn had emptied himself, and then sat back up on his knees, brushing a hand against his mouth, his face flushed.

Finn was so fucking beautiful, he could barely stand it.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice rough as he leaned in and took a kiss.

He was very much dazed after that, Poe's arousal and love still thrumming in the back of his mind. The kiss brought him out of it, pushing closer to take more and taste himself on Poe's tongue.

But there was still that arousal that wasn't his own. His hands moved lower, cupping Poe again before starting to stroke him. "What do you want?" he breathlessly asked, his kisses being pecked over his jawline. "Anything. Anything."

It was a dangerous question, with Poe as aroused as he was, and immediately the image of laying Finn down in the sand and taking him deep and slow popped into his mind, making his cock throb.

But for once that little voice at the back of his head screaming TOO FAST actually broke through.

"Just touch me," he whispered roughly, rolling his hips into Finn's hand. In truth, he wasn't that far off anyway. It'd been months since anyone touched him like this, and he was already at the edge. "Just touch me, Finn, we have time--"

"Time," he repeated in awe like it was a very new concept. It sort of was, to be honest. They had time for more, for other things...

He fisted around Poe's cock, moving fast again, spreading the slick across him to make everything just a little smoother. "Time for what? What do you want to do to me? What do you want me to do to you?"

Oh, fuck, he was close. He flushed, partly from the lust but also partly from what he was about to say, as if he was already embarrassed. But embarrassed wasn't the word. He was too relieved for that. It was more like he was opening up his chest and inviting Finn to gaze directly on his heart and tell him whether or not it was worthy.

"I want to make love to you, Finn," he whispered roughly, trying to hold back his impending orgasm. "I want to make up for every day I should have been making love to you."

Finn bit his lip, every wave of Poe's vulnerability hitting him like a blaster bolt to the chest. It was relief and nerves and a tinge of fear and doubt, but Finn relished in all of it and just moved his hand faster.

"You don't have anything to make up for. I loved you, then. I'll always love you. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be there because you want to be. I want to love you. I love you."

It was the words, the conviction, more than anything else that pushed Poe right over the edge. He gave a strangled cry, burying his face in Finn's shoulder as his orgasm slammed hard into his gut.

"Finn," he gasped, helplessly, his hips bucking as he spilled into Finn's hand, coming harder than he had in recent memory.

He loved him. He loved him.

He stroked him through the whole thing, only letting up once Poe seemed spent in body and heart. The Love was still very strong and thrumming, enough to make tears come to Finn's eyes again.

He wrapped his arms around Poe, keeping his less-than-clean hand away while he held him close. "Love you," he repeated, murmuring the words into Poe's ear. He couldn't feel it for himself so Finn had to tell him. "I love you so much. I love you."

He might not be able to directly feel it in the same way that Finn could, but damn if it didn't feel like he could. He felt suffused with it, as he just let himself slump bonelessly against the man.

It struck him, then, from the sheer intensity of everything, that Finn was probably the love of his life. That wasn't to say that he didn't love other people - clearly he did, sometimes to a fault - but nothing was quite so soul consuming.

The guilt still hadn't hit him, yet.

But it would.

For the moment, he was just basking in how utterly perfect Finn's arms around him felt, riding on a suffuse glow of a high, feeling loved right down to his core.

"I love you too," he mumbled into Finn's shoulder, and in that moment he did. More than anything else in this galaxy or the next.

Whenever the guilt did come, Finn would be there to try and kiss it away into oblivion. For now, he silently gasped at the feelings overwhelming his senses, tucking Poe close to himself.

He gently pulled them down to the rug and sand, pressing kisses to Poe's neck. He didn't really feel the need to say much else, not so long as Poe still rode on that high. It was perfect and beautiful, and Finn only wanted Poe to always know love like this for the rest of his life.

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