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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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Didn't want to what? And, wow, no, a lot mattered right now. It wasn't just this touch, this feeling, Finn knew there was so much more going on than that. What would happen tomorrow? Would Poe even look at him? This was stupid. They should talk. They should figure everything out. They should start over.

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.

His heart skipped several beats, his arms wrapping around Finn and pulling him tight, his eyes burning even as he kept them tightly shut, kissing Finn back with every ounce of need and desperation in him. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to take this out on Finn like this - he didn't know half of what was going on and Poe was using him, using hist friendship and his tenderness--

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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Finn kissed him quiet, trying to drag it out as he pulled Poe into the warmth of his new unit. He didn't want to hear those things about how badly he was missed, about how Poe had to work through that kind of pain because Finn left him behind. Now he was using him to know what it could have felt like. Or maybe he was allowing himself to be used to help someone he cared so much for.

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.

I'm here now, and for a moment - for a beautiful, brief moment - Poe completely forgot that Finn didn't remember. That this wasn't exactly the same man with exactly the same memories and thoughts and feelings as he'd had when he'd left. The door closed behind them and Poe almost stumbled against him, too overwhelmed to be able to think beyond that very second.

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.

His breath hitched and stuttered against the admission, eyes pricking. One part wanted to push Poe away, to tell him that they really shouldn't do this, the guilt threatening to swallow him whole. The much larger side... relished with this sweet confession against his lips. Both sides were so painful, heart bursting in his chest from being squeezed and strangled.

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.

Poe, at least, knew where the bedroom was without even really thinking about it. Just continuously and slowly pushing Finn in that direction. He didn't seem to expect a reply, at least, stealing Finn's lips as soon as the confession had left his own, deepening it immediately even as he shed his own jacket. His hands went into Finn's shirt and at least they no longer trembled - he'd decided his course of action and he wouldn't back down, now. Not when Finn seemed to want it as much as he did.

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.

A shiver ran up Finn's spine at the feeling of Poe's hands. So gentle and firm, like they knew exactly what they were doing and exactly where to go. He would have liked to pretend that they'd done this before, that he'd always had this, but couldn't come up with enough imagination to do it. Everything felt so new and powerful that it couldn't possibly be anything but.

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.

The thump broke his reverie and Poe pulled back, dark eyes fluttering open to actually look at what he was doing, a warm flush running through him. The muscles under Finn's fingers jumped like they were shocked when he touched them, tensing and releasing in an instant, Poe's heart jumping with them. He let out a long, shakey breath and leaned in again - taking a much slower kiss, this time, as he gently moved to push the rest of the fabric from Finn's chest. He ducked his head, mouth finding the scar on Finn's shoulder, pressing a kiss to it as his fingers dug into belt loops.

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.

He gasped, the scar a bit more sensitive to the kiss than he thought it could be. His hands pawed at Poe's shirt, pulling it off of him as best he could.

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.

Poe had none of that hesitation. Fingers firmly locked at Finn's hips, he gently twisted the other man around and the pressed against him until the both slowly fell onto the bed. Poe pulled his feet off the floor, kneeling over Finn's lap as he pressed hot kisses down the man's collarbone.

"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.

Finn's eyes, shining themselves, roved over Poe as he kneeled above him, kissed along his collar, finally looked back at him. There were no words for this monumental moment. He wanted to advise they stop while telling him how beautiful he is like this all at once, wanted more and scared to get it.

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.

It felt - it tasted - exactly like he remembered, the nostalgia overwhelming. But he didn't take it gently. He couldn't. If he went too slow, or too gentle, he'd have too much time to think. So all he could do was throw everything he had into pulling out every moan and scrap of pleasure from Finn that he could. He bobbed his head, his eyes watering as he took Finn's cock a little too deep every time, his eyes sliding shut as he tried to swallow around him.

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...

Nothing about this was normal but the surrealness of this situation was the furthest thing from Finn's mind. Poe's tight, warm, wet mouth had successfully drained his mind of all higher function, actually. Followed with the throbs and jolts of his throat swallowing around him, Finn knew he wouldn't last much longer, unfortunately.

His hands scrambled over Poe's shoulders, neck, and scalp. "Poe- Poe. I can't- I'm won't- I'm- Poe-"

He really had been planning on just getting Finn off. He had. But his brain wasn't in control of the situation, apparently, and when Finn warned him, Poe suddenly pulled back off his cock with an obscene slurp, eyes dark and lips reddened. He pushed Finn back further onto the bed, pulling off the man's pants as he did so and discarding them elsewhere, he then took off his own clothes too - shedding them somewhat unceremoniously before pulling himself up on the bed, straddling Finn's thighs.

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."

Finn gripped hard at Poe's hips, hard enough to leave bruises, and his mind seemed like it was trying to take everything in at once. He wanted Poe. Poe loved him, and Finn wanted this so much. It could be a real, tangible thing and not just a one-off. They could be happy and content the next morning and happy together all the mornings thereafter. He could have that with this beautiful, caring man that made lust curl in his hips and love burst in his chest.

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.

He could feel where he'd have bruises in the morning, and fuck but he wanted it. The lube was way, way too far away right now (a whole six feet), and Poe was sure that if he took even a breath of space it would be enough to let the doubts creep in. He didn't want doubts.

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.

Finn didn't think Poe was going to do that. He - hopefully, maybe, would like to think - would have said something different if he thought Poe was going to do that.

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.

It had been a bad idea, to rush ahead quite that fast, as the burning stretch told him. But something about the pain was almost satisfying. He knew this was wrong. He knew this was wrong, on almost every level, so the pain made him feel like he was being punished for it.

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.

Finn moaned desperately into the kiss, his hips adjusting as he tried to not buck into him. It was so difficult, though, and it took everything he had to not do more than roll against him and savour the kiss.

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.

Even the slight roll of Finn's hips sent sparks through Poe's nerve endings and he groaned against him, tongue thrusting deep to savour every tiny trace of need and want from Finn.

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.

Finn's hands on Poe's thighs were probably going to leave bruises, too, but he wasn't even paying attention to that.

He was far too busy watching Poe and moaning with every movement he made. It took a moment to get it right, but Finn began to thrust into him in the same rhythm, impossible to breathe.

"You're beautiful," he couldn't help but say. Poe looked to be in pure bliss, and one of Finn's hand pressed into his chest, trying to find his heartbeat. "So beautiful. So- I love you. I love you."

When Finn started thrusting with him, every sharp spike pulled a groan from his lips, his own hands moving to rest on Finn's chest as Finn's hand found his. His eyes flickered own as Finn spoke, but it wasn't until the last two sentences that he felt his heart nearly stop in his chest, missing several beats before painfully restarting again. The heat was back, hard and fast behind his eyes, and he had to swallow down a sob that suddenly wanted to slip from his lips.

He breathed hard, swallowing again, starting to ride a little faster a little harder.

"Finn--" He breathed, his voice choked, before he leaned down and kissed him hard, still grinding against his lap even though it was harder to thrust down. He groaned against his mouth, a hot tear transferring from his cheek to Finn's. "Thank you-- thank you for coming back--"

Don't thank me. Finn was taking advantage of him like this. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder if all of this could be real, could possibly be for him, that this could be an entirely new beginning for them.

It was that thought that made him gasp into Poe's kiss, bracing his feet against the bed to fuck into him harder. The hot tear against his cheek was entirely too much, and Finn squeezed his eyes shut against the emotions drowning him.

One hand gripped at Poe's back while the other tried to stroke his cock. Finn breathing Poe's name against his lips, trying to kiss him and almost too overwhelmed to do more than press their lips together. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I left, I'm sorry for-" Everything. "Poe, I-"

Poe let out a sharp breath, punctuated with a gutteral sound as Finn fucked harder up into him, as a hard wrapped around his cock. It was almost a sob, as he leaned back to get a better angle, arching his spine as he thrust down hard, taking Finn as deep as he could. He could feel the tears slide easily down his cheek, even with his head tilted back, pooling against his ears rather than flow to his chin. He was gasping Finn's name with every thrust, now, and he could feel his orgasm quickly approaching as he rocked harder on Finn's lap, as if trying to destroy himself on it.

"Please-- Finn- please-- fuck---"

His hand was practically a blur over Poe's cock, other hand gripping tight to his ribs. Between their respective angles and his eyes squeezing shut on every other thrust, Finn didn't even see the tears.

Actually, he felt like his body was nothing but nerve endings, all of them going off at once to elicit massive emotional responses that he could hardly categorize, much less control. He arched up into Poe, thrusting hard one more time before gasping Poe's name and shouting into the darkness.

When he came down from this high, he knew that everything would be better, that Poe would be okay. In that moment, he knew.

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this is what we call 'one of poe's terrible decisions'

finn has no room to talk about bad decisions, gotta be said

this is just bad decision central, really... thank god for hogwarts

yeah doing them both was a great idea lol

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