lina_musebox

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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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"That's what I want," he said a little breathlessly.

Poe groaned, his legs spreading a little further with every touch, trying to ease Finn's hands down. His breath hitched as Finn's fingers teased at him, head rolling back a little as he started to move against him.

"Yeah- yeah, right there---" he murmured, rutting achingly slowly against him, half with kisses and half with just being close.

Incorrigible, Finn thought, grinning wide even as he wondered how Poe still seemed to want so badly. But his own cock twitched against him, more than interested in this new idea. Maybe he'd be able to do it after all.

Finn kissed him tenderly, rocking back into him while his middle finger found Poe's entrance. He still seemed more than relaxed from, well, earlier... but Finn just rubbed against the hole for now. He was partly drawing this out to make sure he could give Poe what he wanted and partly teasing just to see what would happen. Absently, he wondered if he'd have time get his mouth involved down there.

Look, he wanted something actually romantic. Plus he - yeah, he was incorrigible.

Poe didn't seem in any mood to rush him, though, his breathing getting a little shallower, a little more ragged as Finn teased at him. Relaxed was one way to put it - horribly abused and bruised was another - but he certainly wouldn't struggle trying to take anything inside himself. He kissed him back, gently, tenderly, then ducked his head to kiss and suck at Finn's throat, still rolling his hips a little to force Finn's fingers to slide against him. Yeah, it was sore, but he couldn't bring himself to care at all. Not when Finn's fingers or lips or mouth were involved.

Finn's muffled moan might as well have been a purr while Poe lavished attention on his neck. His hips found Poe's rhythm - what he could gather of it like this - and tried to rock into him. But his fingers were getting more curious, one moving shallowly inside.

Every touch was trying to be slow and gentle, hardly a ghost of a feeling with the hand rubbing against Poe's ribs. They were both worn out, and Finn didn't want to hurt him. Even if they were both incorrigible. He was hard again after all. Maybe not as much as he could be but enough to give Poe what he wanted. But Finn made no moves to get started. He was enjoying going slow too much.

"You feel so good," he couldn't help but say in a low, hoarse voice. "So tight and warm, Poe. You feel so good."

"How many ships do I have to blow up before they just let me stay right here like this with you for the rest of everything instead," Poe groaned, the words half lost against Finn's throat. His moan took a deeper tone as he felt Finn's finger push inside him, and he rocked against him needfully.

"Finn... I want to feel - I want to feel everything, you're so good-- you're perfect--"

He grinned with pride, maybe preening a little, at the comment. Both comments. Finn hummed to himself again and tilted his head forward to kiss what he could reach- the tip of Poe's ear.

"Wanna go slow. Don't want to hurt you more." They were both tender after all that, and he didn't want to make things worse. Finn kissed the shell of Poe's ear again. "I know what you want, but what if I got my mouth on you first?" Make sure he was open... with a little more gentle working to it... If Poe was into that, anyway.

Poe groaned, his body tightening around Finn's finger.

"Yeah--" he agreed a little breathlessly. "Finn, that really isn't a question you ever have to ask me - you putting your mouth anywhere on me is always going to be a yes." However... He reached down between them, letting his fingers just barely brush Finn's cock.

"... Let me help get you started, too?"

He'd have to remember that, Finn thought, still smiling to himself. But his breath hitched at the touch of Poe's fingers, and he pushed his hips into the hand.

"Don't know how we'll do both," he murmured, not complaining or doing much about the situation other than moving his finger in and out, trying to move a little deeper. He was so open, and Finn was dizzy over it.

"Just requires a little maneuvering," Poe replied, a little breathlessly. "Here--"

He pushed up onto his knees, unfortunately having to move in a way that made Finn's finger slide out of him, but that was fine. Temporary. He lay down on his side next to Finn, curling his legs up against his chest, ass angled far too obviously toward him, and then reached out to grasp Finn's cock, leaning in to press a heated kiss to the head. He turned slightly to give a heavy laden look back at Finn.

"Yeah? No?"

Finn couldn't help the laugh. "Creative," was all he said before pulling against Poe's thigh- his waist- moving him where he wanted him to be. Even while shivering against that kiss, Finn still managed to lick a stripe over Poe's hole.

He hadn't done this before, hadn't really known if it was as good as the tall tales made it seem, so Finn was tentative at first to test the waters, staying gentle to see what Poe thought first.

Poe had to pause, to let out a soft breath, eyes sliding shut. It was weirdly soothing, especially given how thoroughly he'd been abused earlier, Finn's warm tongue running against him. He shuddered, slightly, gripping Finn's legs a little tighter.

"Yeah..." He whispered, before he remembered what he was doing, and slowly started to run his tongue down the length of Finn's cock, almost lavishing attention on it.

His breath hitched again, hips moving ever so slightly, but Finn caught himself. This was a creative solution, but it was going to be difficult. He had to not get too distracted with this... Honestly, it was the best challenged he'd ever been handed. Poe seemed of a similar mind so far.

Finn sealed his lips over him and sucked gently, moving his tongue along the edges to let himself in. As overwhelming as this very well could be, he still wanted to be gentle.

"Oh, fuck..." He whispered, head ducking to press his forehead against Finn's thigh. That felt way, way better than it had any right to.

It took him a few seconds to recover, trying not to grind himself back against Finn's mouth. Instead he just planted kisses up his length, before sucking the head into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he moaned around it.

Finn hummed against him, delighted that Poe was so vocal like this. Then he groaned and gripped hard at Poe's waist from the newer feeling, trying not to thrust into his mouth.

Instead, he doubled down on his task, maybe being a little rougher than he had before or meant to. His tongue laved inside of Poe, shaking with the vibrations of his moans. All he knew was that he had to get Poe ready, cock already leaking against Poe's tongue- The picture in his head made him moan again.

It was really, really hard to concentrate, between the feeling Finn's tongue and mouth on him - in him - and the taste of his cock and the sounds he was making. Really, really hard to concentrate. A part of him wanted to drag this out, but Finn was driving him nuts and his patience was disappearing quickly. He let Finn's cock slide out of his mouth with a groan, and the said in a rough, low tone:

"I'm fine- I'm good, I'm ready-- please--"

Finn groaned again at the words. He wanted to ask if Poe was sure but he also knew what the answer would be. So Finn pulled away with one last kiss, desperate to get things going as well.

He was the one to maneuver around this time, turning and basically climbing up Poe's body by leaving kisses along his ribs, chest, then shoulder until he was fully on top of him. "Like this?" he asked into the junction of his neck and shoulder, wondering what Poe preferred. His hands stayed melded to Poe's ass and thigh respectively.

Each kiss felt hot as a brand as Finn made his way up Poe's chest, the anticipation making it harder to breathe. Or maybe that was the perfect weight of Finn against his chest.

"Yeah," he agreed, shifting under him to pull his knees up, get a better angle. He turned his head to try to find Finn's lips, pushing at his jaw with breathless kisses to try to get him to look at him.

It wasn't that he wouldn't be happy with another postion. But he wanted to see every micro expression on Finn's face, to be able to kiss him slow and deep as Finn filled him---

Breathlessly: "Yeah. Just like this."

Finn tilted his head enough to find Poe's own jaw before his lips, only lightly pressing them together while he found a position that worked. It didn't take him very long before he was pushing inside, the head meeting resistance until it smoothly slid inside.

His lips broke away from what kiss he had, groaning as his eyes fluttered closed. He was still sore but not in any actual pain. Very sensitive, mostly. And he could feel every centimeter of Poe.

Poe was deeply sore, made only more apparent as Finn finally pushed inside him. But it didn't hold a candle to the relief or the thrum of pleasure that ran up his spine.

He'd forgotten to breathe, though, and only finally sucked in a breath when Finn had buried himself as deeply as possible. His heart was pounding wildly, but he didn't try to push back - he didn't want that soreness to twist into real pain and ruin it. So he forced himself to breathe, and to relax, though force knew his body had been worked so thoroughly open earlier that it really wasn't an issue.

It felt so much better, like this- acutely aware of every centimetre of Finn's cock, of the weight on his chest, of the ragged groan pulled from the other man's lips.

"Yeah," he whispered breathlessly. "Yeah-- Stars, you feel so good--"

"You okay?" he breathed out, still trying to process what Poe had said and that he did, in fact, seem okay. Meanwhile, Finn was losing his mind.

His eyes had fallen closed at some point, trying to catch his breath and finding it impossible. His heart was trying to slam out of his chest, and all of his senses were wrapped up in Poe. This was all very similar to the situation with the vines, when his focus had been pulled down to a singular point of lust. At the same time, it was entirely different, needing him but also needing to do this slowly and right.

Before Poe could answer, Finn started the slow pull of his hips back, hardly moving an inch before reminding himself that he'd asked a question and to try and stay still. His forehead found the hollow of Poe's throat, not pressing but just trying to breathe.

"I'm good," he promised breathlessly as his body adjusted to the intrusion, the soreness ebbing away to be replace by at dull, thick stress. He really needed to remember to breathe, though. His lungs were on fire by the time he remembered.

"I'm okay," he whispered again. "I - I want you so much, Finn, please-"

Whether the other man moved or not, Poe tried, rolling his hips so he took just the slightest amount of Finn that he could take, afraid to ask for more.

The breath Finn let out was shaky and rough. His body wanted to take so badly that he was practically vibrating with the need, but that would probably end badly for both of them.

Even so, he was only human and the want in Poe's voice was difficult to disobey. He started to move a little more, going slow but deep in his thrusts, trying to stay steady to a rhythm pounding in his head. "Oh, Poe..." His head ducked forward to mouth at his throat, absolutely blissed out of his mind.

Poe's spine arched, neck craning back to expose more of it to Finn's lips. Every thrust was just on the cusp of way too much - his oversensitive and abused nerve endings lighting up like they were on fire. He didn't notice that he was moaning with every thrust, low and caught deep in his throat.

It was really, really hard to pay attention to anything save the deep, full feeling of Finn inside him, so he didn't notice the way his arms gripped around the other man, fingers digging into his back with every thrust.

"Finn--" he moaned, moving against him as well as he could manage. "Finn, you feel so good-- I love you so much--"

Finn shivered, overwhelmed. His mind was filled with Poe's moans on repeat, his own back arching into the grip on his back and changing the position of his hips and thrusts. There was a part of him that wanted to try finding that spot that would surely make Poe lose his mind, but it was difficult to even keep doing this and keep his sanity. Even so, he did try moving around a little, his cock jerking at the prospect of making Poe feel so good.

"Love you. I love you," he panted into his neck, chest close to bursting with the feeling. It was all just so much. "I need you- I need-" A hand gripped Poe's waist on the way to his cock having to stop as Finn shivered again.

Poe was so focused he didn't even notice that Finn was changing the angle until suddenly one particular thrust hit him so hard that he gave a broken gasp, his whole body shuddering. Way, way too sensitive. Way too sensitive. And so, so, so fucking good--

"There-- Fuck, Finn, right fucking there-- Please--"

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