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.