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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

MoM AU First Night
That was the only real description for it. His emotions were haywire and contradictory, and he had way, way too much energy all tied up in his chest. He couldn't decide if he never wanted to leave Finn's side again or if he couldn't bear to be anywhere near him. Things weren't supposed to work like this. Things were supposed to end - whether amicably or badly wasn't really the point. Relationships weren't supposed to be in full swing and then just vanish.
And be forgotten.
The problem was that he couldn't forget, as much as he tried. As much as he kept chastising his own heart for the way it skipped a beat every time Finn turned his head in a certain way, the muscle straining. Or every time he caught himself looking at those lips that were altogether too familiar and completely alien at once.
He had decided not to say anything - at least for now - but it hadn't even been a full day and Poe was at the end of his rope, his mind churning in circles. So as he walked Finn to the man's new unit, he felt his pulse start to race. It was as if his body had decided what to do even before his head got the memo. So even after he'd said goodnight and nearly turned away, Poe's hand was suddenly reaching out and grasping Finn's sleeve.
"Sorry," he mumbled, pulling Finn a little closer. "You can punch me after but I can't--"
Whatever the end to that sentence may have been, it was lost as Poe surged forward, pressing a hard, desperate kiss to Finn's lips.
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But this wasn't out of nowhere, was it? Poe'd been hurt by this planet, that was evident enough, but the other signs that Finn had been trying to dismiss- He and Poe had had something. Maybe it wasn't as strong or grand as he would like to imagine but it had been something.
And, right now, Finn needed something. He could list everything that wanted to cause him heaps of stress and pain, or... he could return this kiss and forget about it. Poe cared for him. Really cared. He wanted that. He needed to feel a little loved right now, needed to feel Poe's so very living body thrumming against his-
Before he could reconcile with himself that this wasn't the best idea, Finn had closed his eyes and deepened the kiss as well as he could, feeling desperate and shaken and needy, hands moving to Poe's jaw to keep him in place.
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When he broke the kiss to breathe, his heart was racing twice as fast, and he barely pulled even a milimetre away.
"I missed you so much," he confessed, his voice low and rough and wavering like it was just on the edge of breaking. He shouldn't be saying anything, but it was too late. He cupped the side of Finn's face, sure that the man could feel the tremble in his finger tips. "I missed you so much, Finn, it was driving me crazy."
He didn't wait for a reply, though. Finn hadn't shoved him away, or stopped him, and he couldn't stop himself. So he stepped forward, pressing in against Finn and nearly pinning him to the door as he took another deep, searching kiss.
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As much as he would very much love to lose himself in this, the guilt felt so heavy. Finn didn't remember any of what they had, but he wanted it. Wanted to just skip right to where they left off, memories be damned. He wanted Poe to love him like this. He wanted this so badly.
He kissed him back, trying to keep up with how desperate the other felt against him, before pulling away to gasp for air, lips brushing against Poe's. "Are you sure?" He couldn't take advantage. His heart was near to bursting admiration and tenderness and- and love. He couldn't hurt him. "Please, I- I need you to be sure."
A part of him knew that he should be the one putting the brakes on this. But he couldn't.
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"I'm sorry. I wasn't going to tell you, I didn't want to--" he hesitated, the words wrenching painfully in his chest. "But I need you, Finn. I can't -- nothing else matters, right now."
No matter how many hearts he was lining up to break. He shuddered, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to Finn's lips and whispering. "I never figured out how to stop loving you."
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But Poe loved him.
Before the tears at his eyes threatened to spill over, he closed the distance again, pressing as passionate a kiss as he could manage to Poe's lips. He didn't know how to say anything he felt right now. He didn't know how to categorize any of it. But he could show Poe. And if it was all for naught, then he could at least be what Poe needed.
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But he tasted exactly the same. His lips felt exactly the same. It was heartbreakingly perfect, and Poe knew he should care more about anyone else - about Bodhi or 622 or even Finn himself - but he was too weak to pull back. So he started rambling instead, breathless words delivered between passionate, needy kisses, his hand blindly finding his key card in his pocket to swipe it by the door to get it to open.
"I can't believe you're here. I wanted you so badly- every time I woke up and forgot you were gone all over again--"
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Either way, it was going to hurt. Later.
"I'm here now," he managed to mutter between long kisses, already giving up on navigating towards the hallway. His hand crawled beneath Poe's jacket, staying on the outside of his shirt as it pressed against the small of his back. He wanted to lose himself in this but knew he couldn't make those first moves. He had to know what Poe wanted first.
this is what we call 'one of poe's terrible decisions'
If he let himself be deluded, could anyone really blame him?
(Yes. Yes, they could. And he'd blame himself later. But for now--)
"I love you so much, Finn," He whispered into the kiss, pressing close as if pulled in by that gentle touch on his back, his own fingers already moving to find the edges of Finn's jacket and try to push it from his shoulders.
finn has no room to talk about bad decisions, gotta be said
He didn't respond. A response was on his tongue, but he wasn't able to push it forward seeing as how he didn't love him the way Poe remembered. He did love him in an entirely different way, something that was worn yet bright and rapidly growing into more.
Finn yanked off the jacket with his free hand, allowing himself to let go of Poe's shirt with the other to let it fall to the floor. He started backing up again, still kissing Poe and trying to find the bedroom, hoping neither of them acknowledged what tears he did have.
this is just bad decision central, really... thank god for hogwarts
Of course Finn wanted it as much as he did. It'd surprised him the first time, but it shouldn't surprise him now.
He stopped babbling, at least, and instead the breaks between kisses filled with a heavy pant, instead, as Poe tried to get his heart to calm down. He could feel that Finn's cheek was damp, but he didn't know if it was Finn's tears or if he'd shed some, too. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Everything was going to be fine, they were together again, it didn't --
It didn't matter how much it was going to hurt later, not when he had this now.
He finally got Finn's shirt untucked from his belt, warm hands sliding up under fabric against skin that was far too familiar - even the scar across his back was intimately known to him as he let his fingers graze against it.
They bumped against the bedroom doorframe and Poe took the opportunity to press fully against him, kissing him as deeply as he could.
yeah doing them both was a great idea lol
He returned the kiss, so starved for everything Poe was offering- giving to him, demanding he have. His hand trailed along the edges of the other's shirt, tense and curious to explore more. Forgetting that he wasn't supposed take any leads here, Finn pushed off the doorframe and started maneuvering them towards the bed. Their legs found it with a thump just as his hands felt skin beneath them.
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It was impossible now to think of Finn as the same - impossible to miss the hesitant touch. But with every second that passed, it mattered less and less. He wanted this Finn. He wanted to show him everything that he'd missed.
Wanted to give him more, if he could.
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Finn knew that he was hesitant about every move to the point of being clumsy and wasn't sure that the reminder helped Poe at all. But his hands found warm skin, his lips nipping at his earlobe.
"Poe-" He wanted to know exactly what Poe wanted out of this, exactly what he thought he'd get. But instead of making it a lesson to learn from, he wanted to do anything Poe asked. He wanted guidance, wanted to make everything perfect, wanted Poe. He pushed his hips forward as if to prove as much, hesitant (still) to toss them both down to the bed.
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"Finn," he whispered, breathless, his eyes shining at they caught Finn's gaze.
He shimmied backwards further, leaving Finn on the bed and sliding down to the floor between his legs. He couldn't let himself think about what he was doing, couldn't give Finn the opportunity to ask him. So his fingers were already pulling Finn's fly open before the man could respond, hand already pulling out his cock, and before a single sound could be uttered, Poe was sliding his lips around the head and taking as much of Finn's cock into his mouth as he could reach.
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Then Poe was already in his next task before Finn could so much as think. He gasped in both surprise and the overwhelming feeling, bucking his hips then forcing them to stay still as an afterthought. "Poe!" None of their other things had been good ideas, this was definitely not a good idea, but he was loving every single second, practically savoring this. His hands found Poe's shoulder and the back of his neck, nails only lightly digging in.
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Maybe it would be okay, if he just got Finn off. If that was all he did. Maybe it would just be like - like saying hello, a normal hello, and he'd be able to taste Finn on his tongue for hours and pull himself away before he went too far...
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His hands scrambled over Poe's shoulders, neck, and scalp. "Poe- Poe. I can't- I'm won't- I'm- Poe-"
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He was actually trembling, now, but he seemed determined, to.
"I want you," he breathed, husky and rough as he grasped the base of Finn's cock, giving it a couple of strokes, his eyes a little wild.
"Please."
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But if he really loved him, he would tell him no. Finn felt like this was an inalienable truth, felt it ring hollow deep in his bones. He could tell himself that this would help Poe, that this was them getting back together again, but he knew it wasn't as simple as that. This couldn't be that sweet fairytale ending. This was taking advantage.
"I want-" Finn panted for breath, one hand moving firmly up Poe's side, over his ribs. His eyes threatened to flutter shut from the strokes, trying to make a split second decision, trying to figure out what was best.
Poe was a grown man who could decide for himself what he needed. Right now, he needed Finn. "Yes. Yes, please. I want you. I want this, Poe." The hand glued to Poe's hip tried to shift him closer while the other finally got around his cock, feeling the weight of it for the first time as he stroked him fast.
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He wanted--
That thought was immediately shut off by Finn's hand on his cock, a moan pulled from his lips as he fell forward a little, catching himself with his free hand next to Finn's side, his other still gripped around Finn. The fast strokes were a lot though, and they were distracting, but it was way too hard to tell Finn to stop.
So instead he waited until the rythym wasn't quite as intense - body getting used to the sensation, and then he spat into his own palm and reached back under him, gripping Finn's cock solidly as he lined it up.
"I love you so much," He breathed almost to himself, eyes sliding tightly shut as he pressed down, Finn feeling impossibly big against him. "So fucking much," he reiterated with a sharp intake of breath as he finally managed to sink an inch - two - down on his lover's - his friend's? - cock.
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As it were, his grip just tightened, body arching against the sudden feeling of Poe bearing down on him, so hot, so impossibly tight. He'd never been harder in his life- "Poe-" They should stop. Slow down. He wanted to say as much. Those words, though. They- "You feel so good," he gasped out, breathless. "Stars, Poe, I- I love-" His head fell back against the bed, a chant repeating in his head that he should not say that no matter how stupid he was being right now.
His eyes were shut, and he just tried to breathe.
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It certainly didn't stop him.
Eyes still screwed shut, his throat got very tight as he nearly heard the words fall from Finn's lip. He wanted them. Force, how he wanted them, and he wanted Finn to mean them--
"Oh, Finn--" He moaned, forcing himself still deeper, the sting almost making him hiss. But he kept pushing himself down until finally he felt his ass press flush to Finn's thighs and he let out a shaking breath, releasing some of the tension he hadn't even noticed had gathered in his shoulders.
He finally let his eyes open, half lidded and hazy, to look down at Finn below him. Beautiful, perfect Finn, and he'd missed him so badly--
Without moving off of Finn's cock he shifted his position, leaning down to press a clumsy, longing kiss to his lips.
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He sucked on Poe's tongue, thankful that his mouth had something to do that wasn't speaking. Finn definitely felt the love pouring out of him, a flame that had always really been there for Poe. But he couldn't say it, not like this. Poe wouldn't understand. He'd either not believe him or try to make Finn's feelings equal to that of the other Finn's. It could very well be a lot of the same, but he didn't know that and-
The panic about the situation was just an echo in the back of his mind at this point. He was inside Poe, being kissed by him, loved by him. He couldn't stop to think, only let enough time pass for Poe to adjust to this.
He bit his lip, trying to stave off the desperation he felt, as if this would be the only chance he'd have.
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He kissed him long and deep, and it felt like it took forever before the burn and the stretch finally subsided and he just felt full. He pulled back, eyes dark and hazy as they met Finn's, panting gently. His eyelids flickered as he began to move - shallowly at first - just rising an inch off Finn's lap and then pressing back down with a moan as Finn pressed something deep inside him.
Perfect.
He'd always felt perfect.
His eyes fluttered shut again as he began to move in earnest - slowly and deliberating fucking himself on Finn's perfect cock.
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