flightforfreedom: (dramatic lighting)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-04 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Poe paused, blinking, and turned his head.

"Seriously? That's the only party you've ever been to?"

He let out a breath and frown, before turning away again. "... I mean, I guess the last party I was at was... Snap's wedding." Which felt like a lifetime ago, now. ... And he'd made an utter ass out of himself, afterwards, with a technician. Damn. Didn't really want to remember that. The thought actually made him feel a bit ill. But he forced it down and made himself focus on Finn instead, turning back to look at him again, leaning into his shoulder.

"Well, remind me, and we'll have to throw a party. A proper one. So you can get an idea of just how great and how awful they are usually." His smile turned soft. "... But this is alright, huh? Don't mind hanging out with just me, for a bit?"
flightforfreedom: (is that what we're doing now?)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
He faltered again - just for a split second - when Finn said 'or love what we do when we are together'. It was good to hear that Finn was into it, sure, but it was also something he was deliberately trying not to think about. So his answering smile was a little strained for a second, before even just the expression on Finn's face melted his anxiety back down again.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's nice. You're---" He cut off, before he said 'You're nice', which was the dumbest possible thing he could think of. He laughed, instead.

"You're going to miss it," was what he covered with, gesturing to point at the horizon, where the fourth moon was just starting to rise.
flightforfreedom: (oh fuck)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
His heart thumped almost painfully in his chest, unable to look away from Finn's face. He didn't even think about it, in the moment, though later he would realise that maybe he'd been planning it from the beginning. But right then? It felt like it came from somewhere else, a force acting on him rather than him taking the action.

He leaned over, pressing his shoulder to Finn's and then kept leaning until their lips met and his eyes fluttered shut.
flightforfreedom: (listening offscreen)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-04 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
His pulse fluttered, stuttering, under Finn’s fingers, and he moaned softly in response. He was already hard - his cock getting every signal it needed that it would soon find release, no matter how badly he was ignoring it. He didn’t want it. He wanted this kiss, he wanted to be normal for five minutes, he—

His heart twisted painfully as he finally realized something.

He wanted Finn to love him.
flightforfreedom: (is that what we're doing now?)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-04 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It was all too easy to lead him, his heart thumping as Finn pulled him down. Poe deepened the kiss almost on instinct, leaning into him, letting a hand splay over Finn's chest below him.

A little voice at the back of his mind told him to stop. That if he wanted this moment to stay perfect he needed to pull back, needed to let it stay sweet and romantic and nothing more. But at the same time his stiffening cock was straining against his trousers and that haze of lust was starting to permeate his thoughts again.
flightforfreedom: (we have to do this)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-05 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe groaned, softly, feeling honestly wanted, grinding down against Finn with a slowly growing urgency. His brain was shutting completely off and his mind was starting to flood with images of sex, of Finn under him, shivering in pleasure—

He hadn’t wanted this but it was too late, his hand slipping down to catch at Finn’s belt and start tugging it open even as they rolled against each other.
flightforfreedom: (that's a throat)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-06 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Poe’s hips rolled, pressing his trapped cock against Finn’s hand, that hunger growing and starting to burn. He tugged roughly at Finn’s trousers, pulling them down just enough to give him space to get his hand under fabric and palm Finn’s cock.

A voice at the back of his mind was telling him to stop, but the desire was far louder. Finn wanted this. He wanted Poe, wanted to be taken right here, right on the wall, under the moons, wanted to cry out to the stars as Poe came hard deep inside his body—

His breathing was starting to get laboured and he peppered Finn’s throat with kisses as he started to stroke him.
flightforfreedom: (over shoulder)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-06 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe groaned, low and deep, his head dipping to press hard into Finn's shoulder as he rolled his hips into Finn's hand.

He pulled Finn's cock out, stroking it a little distractedly, a little desperately, and pushing his trousers down further.

In the back of his mind he knew he would hate himself for this, in an hour. But he couldn't stop. Not when Finn felt so good against him. Not when he seemed so eager... He pressed another kiss to Finn's throat, teeth grazing, and then started to rut firmly against him, trapping their hands between their bodies.
flightforfreedom: (we could actually do this)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-08 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
It was insanely hard to concentrate or think about anything other that Finn’s hand, but his body still sand like a siren call.

Still, that last vestige of concern and panic managed to force him to speak, just a single, confused and halting word even as he rutted against him, free hand shovin. finn’s Pants down his thighs.

“... here?”
flightforfreedom: (my shirt: open)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-09 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
“I—“ he stuttered, suddenly torn. He did want. He did. But he also really, really didn’t —

Unfortunately, the want won out.

He took the kiss hungrily, moaning into Finn’s mouth as he blinding fumbled with the man’s clothes. He managed to get them down to Finn’s knees before started blindly fumbling for his pocket bottle of lube instead, all the while unable to pull himself out of that perfect kiss.
flightforfreedom: (what the...?)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-12-15 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe groaned, helplessly, though it sounded almost pained, and he managed to get the bottle open, spilling a little on Finn's thigh as he fumbled, a slick hand quickly moving down between Finn's legs.

He kissed the man hard, on the edge of desperate, as his fingers sought what his body was screaming at him for, slipping in far too easily. He shuddered with need, pressing his forehead to Finn's a little too hard.