flightforfreedom: (out for the count)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-12-26 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
flightforfreedom: (get down off this junk)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-12-27 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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--"
flightforfreedom: (closing his eyes)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
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--"
flightforfreedom: (total loss)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-12-29 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Finn said something but Poe barely registered it, every thrust sending him into a dizzying amount of pleasure. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't. How the hell would anyone ever get anything done if it felt this good--

He punctuated every single one of Finn's thrusts with a sharp moan, losing himself to it. His hand vaguely travelled south for all of a second, but in the end his cock was completely forgotten as Finn brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Finn-- oh, fuck-- oh Finn--" His orgasm hit him with very little warning, his hand too far from his cock to be responsible, the feeling boiling up and washing over him with a strangely slow but overwhelming intensity. He shuddered, his whole body tensing as he came, Finn's name like a prayer on his lips as his over worked body gave up all the cum that it could.
flightforfreedom: (that's a throat)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-12-30 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Everything was a hazy beautiful grey, and it was taking Poe a long time to come down from his orgasm. By the time he opened his eyes - (he hadn't even noticed he'd closed them) - Finn was mouthing at his chest, looking as exhausted as he felt, and Poe was hyper aware of each dying spasm of the man's cock.

He let out a shakey breath, reaching out to brush his fingers through Finn's short cropped hair.

"... Okay, yeah it... Think it's pretty clear... wasn't the plant..."

Not that he'd thought it was before, but. All of that had been incredibly intense, but it wasn't anything like this. He curled up a little bit to press a clumsy kiss to Finn's forehead.

"I love you," he murmured quietly.