flightforfreedom: (oh no)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
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--"
flightforfreedom: (taking in information)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-18 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
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---"
flightforfreedom: (oh no)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-19 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
His orgasm was explosive, his whole body shaking with every violent burst of pleasure, tensing hard around Finn's cock as he felt the warm bloom inside him. He shuddered for several more seconds, riding out the pleasure, his breathless moan breaking off into a sob. He slumped forward, Finn still inside him, feeling the slickness of the man's cum slide down his ass as he collapsed against him.

It was just one sob, at first, I could easily be misidentified as something else. But as his heart rate slowed, the tears kept coming, and he started to shake with every quiet sob as he wept, curled up on Finn's chest.
flightforfreedom: (that hurt me emotionally)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-23 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't reply immediately, too choked up to get words out, but he slowly forced the sobs to lodge in his throat and twist in his chest rather than slip from his lips.

"I'm not hurt," He clarified finally, his voice rough, his eyes red and watering as he pushed himself back up. But he couldn't quite meet Finn's gaze. "Sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry, Finn."
flightforfreedom: (downcast)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-24 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't fight it, even though the affection was far more heartbreaking than it was comforting.

Finn had always been perfect, and he still was. He was a better man than Poe ever had been.

Poe closed his eyes, trying just to breathe, but the guilt was building fast now that the desperation had subdued. He swallowed thickly.

"... Yeah, I do. You don't - fuck, none of this is fair to you--"
flightforfreedom: (sometimes i wear black)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-25 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Finn tried to hold him closer but Poe kept trying to pull away. He felt almost sick, now. Not because of Finn. Not beautiful, wonderful, perfect Finn. But because of himself.

"It's absolutely my fault," he asserted. "You don't-- fuck-- you don't get it, Finn. You've been gone almost a year. I-- I tried to move on, I- I've been seeing someone else--"

It felt like someone punched him in the gut and he pulled back further, pulling his hands up and pressing his face into them, burying it. "Fuck, he really doesn't deserve this either--"
flightforfreedom: (war hero in profile)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-25 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course you didn't know. You couldn't know. I hadn't told you," he pointed out, the self loathing laced heavily into every word.

His hands lowered to watch Finn get up, the heart break written clear across his face, and a surge of protective self hatred bloomed in his check, choking in his throat. No. He couldn't do this. He couldn't let Finn walk out like this.

He was off the bed before the thought had even fully computed, reaching out to grab Finn's wrists before he could do anything with his hands, a fierce sort of grief written across his face.

"That was me, Finn. Understand? You don't - I don't want you to feel sorry for something that's my fault, you didn't-- you didn't do anything wrong. Ever. You've never been anything but good to me even as I ruin everything for you-- Finn--" he swallowed heavily, his palms a little sweaty even as they bound Finn's wrists tightly. "I should have waited. I knew I should have. I did for a while but I-- I should have waited, because I'm still - I'm still so fucking in love with you and I don't even care that you don't remember because every single thing you do reminds me that you're the same man, the same huge, perfect heart, and I don't - I don't care if you can't remember all the times I accidentally crushed it or ruined everything, I just--"

He words were faltering, the desperation far more clear than the meaning.

"I'm sorry. I'm so-- I'm so fucking sorry--"