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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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He pressed back, a firm point of pressure against his forehead.

“I could have been a hell of a lot more romantic about it, if I’d realized.” He breathed for a couple of seconds and then tilted his chin forward - just enough to brush the softest kiss against Finn’s lips.

“... I didn’t need this to tell me that I was in love with you.”

Even though the last few minutes had been the most extreme rollercoaster of emotions of Finn's life, he hadn't expected that. The kiss- The confession- All of it.

He didn't know how to say it back and make it mean the same thing. What he felt for Poe was insurmountable, indescribable. How could he possibly convey that in words?

His heart lurched, his grip tightened, and a lone tear may have escaped. "I love you," he softly murmured against Poe's lips, hardly a breath and just as hard to hear, before taking a deep and slightly desperate kiss. First kiss but a lot of effort was involved.

He felt it, more than he heard it. Not just the words, but he felt the swell before the words. Felt his blood thrum with it, even before Finn said it.

He met the kiss as well he could - a little clumsily, a little out of practice. No one bothered to have short-term romances, these days, what was the point? It was one-night-stands with other un-activated individuals, or bust. No one wanted their heart broken when the other finally found their soulmate.

Most of Poe's experience was actually as a third - for partners who wanted a taste of something else between them - and it was almost always a lonely experience. A reminder of everything he didn't have.

But he had it now.

He moaned softly into Finn's mouth as the man deepened the kiss, sliding an arm behind Finn's back and pulling him tightly up against himself. He forgot entirely where they were. He didn't care. Everything in the Galaxy had narrowed down to this single, beautiful, perfect point.

Finn answered with his own moan, his heart leaping. Though, he couldn't tell if it was himself or Poe that was feeling such things. Both of them now, but it added a completely different level here.

This was permanent. This feeling- Would he always feel like he and Poe were one or would that only happen when they were together? He wasn't sure, but what he did know (or blindly hope) was that this wasn't temporary. Poe was his soulmate and loved him. This was their entire lives.

It was so difficult to imagine the scope of. He never dreamed it would be like this.

His hand tangled into Poe's soft hair, pushing him back a step. He should probably get a hold on himself, Finn reasoned, but he didn't want to try just yet. Just a second more of this. Just a little more.

He knew it was a little different for everyone. That just like every relationship, it still needed work. That it didn't come automatically.

But he also knew his parents could be systems apart, and yet they could signal each other with their tattoos. That they could sync their heartbeats from dozens of lightyears away. That once synced, they could close their eyes and be as if they were in the same room.

He'd seen them have silent conversations with each other, not even speaking.

He didn't know if that was normal. He knew it differed between people.

But at the moment?

All he cared about was this.

He stepped backward, Finn's weight pressing him back. And then another, and another, until he felt his shoulder bump gently against the cool glass of the observation window. He came up for air, just for a second, just to grip Finn's face firmly and stare at him. Memorize him. And then he pressed back for another kiss, more desperate than the last.

Finn tried to gasp for air in that second Poe allowed, but he was so awestruck by the look he was getting, the suffocation of feelings right beneath his skin. Poe looked beautiful, more so than he ever had before likely because he was just so happy.

And then they were kissing again. His hand braced against the window, leaning into Poe to feel him as one searing line straight down his body. His mind was blank, heartbeats racing. They were made for each other... So cliché to even think but true. Finn's other hand moved beneath Poe's shirt, seeking warm skin and perhaps to feel that other heartbeat elsewhere.

He was obsessed with it.

His heartbeat fluttered and he felt the instant answering flutter like an echo in his chest. His skin prickled under Finn's touch, a surge of arousal running right through him. His breath hitched as he stretched a little, just to tug his shirt a little looser, let Finn get easier access, as he tilted his head and sought out Finn's throat with his lips, trailing kisses down from his ear.

Everything was moving very fast, but at the same time, it felt like it had moved far too slow to get there.

He really should have been aware of where they were, but he just couldn't care.

His free hand found the edge of Finn's shirt and tugged it free, his hand sliding up Finn's chest like a mirror image, pressing over the other man's heart.

Finn's hand was just a second slower than Poe's, overwhelmed by everything happening and heart stuttering with the hand on his chest. But once he knew Poe's heart was beneath his palm, could practically feel it pulse through his bones, everything else seemed to drop into silence.

This was too much. Everything he was feeling- It was all too much. From being raised to think he'd always be alone, forgotten within minutes of his death, to this. To being wrapped in Poe's arms and feeling his life in him and knowing he'd never be alone again.

"I love you. Poe- I want to show you. I want-" How could he possibly make him know? Finn knew he'd try to tell him for the rest of his life yet never be successful... He bowed his head and found Poe's pulse in his neck, sucking on it and just trying to not think again.

"Hey," he murmured softly, the word making his throat vibrate under Finn's lips. "I know. I can feel it. I know."

His fingers splayed, hand pressing firmly against Finn even as he rolled his head to the side, giving Finn better access.

"But anything you want. I want it to. Trust me." His words were almost a purr, just a low deep vibration, his fingers trailing down a little. "... I want you, too."

"You feel it?" he asked, a murmur against his skin. But of course, Poe could feel it. Just like Finn could feel him. It just... still didn't feel like enough.

Or maybe he was just too overwhelmed about it, nearing closer to panic.

What Finn wanted was something he couldn't really specify at the moment. "Just want you right here," he answered the only truthful thing that could come to mind. "I want to kiss you and touch you and hold you-" And calm down and think about everything and figure out what his life was doing- Then his hips rolled into Poe's, his stiffening cock with it. "I want to see you."

It's okay. He didn't even know what he meant.

He felt it, before he heard it, before he saw it - that trace of panic that made Finn's heart flutter a little out of rythym, that made his fingers tremble. Poe swallowed, pulling his hand free of Finn's shirt so that he could reach up and touch his face, pulling him back away far enough that he could meet his eyes, even if he couldn't bring himself to push far enough that their hips stopped touching.

"Hey." Quietly. "Hey, I'm right here. It's okay. This is a lot, right? It's a lot." His hands still cupped around Finn's face he leaned in and pressed his forehead to the other man's, murmuring quietly almost against his lips. "I want all those things too. And we've got time."

It would be easier to say that if his hips didn't shift on their own, if he couldn't feel the outline of Finn's hardening cock against his. "You've got me. I'm right here."

It took a surprising amount of effort to will himself to not start crying. The emotions just kept piling on. But with Poe against him like this, he was able to take a deep breath and just be.

Though he was almost certain that time was one thing they didn't have. The rest of their lives, however short he thought they might be, was still an overwhelming length of time to be this happy.

He pushed into Poe's hips just like he gently pressed against his forehead, allowing his heart to slow a little and just accept the moment while his hands cradled either side of Poe's jaw. "Sorry," was all he could say other than all of the small, vulnerable things he really wanted to say. "You're here. I know. I know.

"I... just didn't expect all this."

Time was... well, relative. But Poe had a hell of a lot more to fight for now. To survive for.

“Yeah, a bit out of the blue for me, too,” he murmured, thumbs rubbing gently over Finn’s jaw. “So that makes two of us. I’d already - I’d already accepted I was never going to be able to hold you, like this. So I didn’t...” He wet his lips, before leaning in and pretty a slow, gentle kiss to Finn’s lips.

“... I didn’t know anything could feel like this.”

Then there was that reminder. What Finn felt for all of three minutes (though had believed for his lifetime in a different way, even if he wasn't thinking about it at the moment), Poe felt for months. And said nothing. Done nothing.

He wished Poe had done something. Pushed him to get the tattoo, talked to more about it, something. But, again, Finn knew he wouldn't have done anything either had their positions been reversed. He wasn't angry with Poe. He just... felt so damn guilty about it.

"I'm not going anywhere either. Wish I'd known sooner, but... I'll make it up to you." And because he couldn't let things be: "But you know, I really wanted to hold you, too. The tattoo didn't tell me that." Poe had said the same thing before, but he felt like he needed to get the sentiment out there, too.

Poe chuckled, clearly pleased, and pressed another kiss just to the edge of Finn’s mouth.

“... You know, I think I would have just gone for it, if I hadn’t had one. Rey or no Rey. But with them...” His nose brushed Finn’s as he took a breath. “... I couldn’t stand the idea of getting in the way of you finding true happiness, Finn. I’m just - I’m so damn happy that it’s me.”

"It was always you for me." Though Finn had no excuse. He hadn't known about the tattoos for months. He could have made a move but never did.

But he was tired of trying to place blame on lost time. They had it now like Poe said, and his heart was finally calming down with the fact. They had now.

He pushed forward for another kiss, not desperate or very deep but lasting. He didn't really want to pull away, even his hands finally started dipping lower, over his shoulders, down his back. "You said you wanted me, too." It was said almost as a question.

A shiver traveled right down his spine as Finn's hands slipped lower down his back, and Poe couldn't help but lean in a little more.

"Yeah." A low, rough murmur. "Yeah, I really do. I have." He twisted his head, just pressing his face against Finn's temple, not even doing anything except breathing him in.

He let his hands slip from Finn's face, trailing down his chest as he breathed.

"I want you."

He could definitely focus on making this more official... or at least more enjoyable. A part of him was fretting, second-guessing every movement he made, but the rest of him just kissed Poe's neck again and allowed his hands to explore.

Thanks to his shirt already being a little rucked up, Finn was able to slip his hands to warm skin again. One removed itself to glide over Poe's pants to grip at his hip, shifting to his ass ever so slowly to keep him close. The other stayed against the skin, running over his ribs before squeezing between them and lower, gently searching for buttons and zippers.

Poe didn’t make a sound - he didn’t need to. His breathing came a little harder, and his heart? His heart started beating a little faster, and he could feel their tempos starts to draw out of sync before Poe’s heart dragged Finn’s along with it.

The muscles in his stomach clenched, fluttering as Finn’s fingers moved down them, and it was as if time slowed, everything coming into focus. But “everything” was Finn.

It took him a second for his brain to start working again, for his fingers to follow suit, finding Finn’s belt buckle and pulling it free, achingly slowly.

Finn groaned, long and low, from the feeling of Poe's heart beating alongside his. He couldn't imagine going back to how it was before, or how he ever managed without this.

He bit his lip as Poe removed the belt, a secondary feeling to what was going on his chest. Still, his hands kept slowly moving, pushing Poe's clothes open so his hands could keep exploring. With another kiss, his hands hesitantly pushed lower, as if asking for permission but never quite stopping.

Wordlessly, Poe shifted his weight, titling his hips to try to close the distance - a silent encouragement that he could not give voice to. That was because his lips were busy- he was leaning in and pressing slow, warm kisses to Finn’s throat as he let the belt slide to the floor.

Carefully, he pushed fabric up Finn’s toned chest, pulling back from his kisses to meet Finn’s eyes, a quiet question as he tugged at the shirt.

He saw the question and responded with a push forward, bringing their lips together again. It was almost like he could feel what Poe was thinking. Maybe it wasn't going that far, but he could... feel something like that.

His own imagination or no, Finn removed himself to take the shirt off in one smooth motion before replacing his hands. Still, even as one slipped lower and cupped Poe, Finn waited for whatever verdict the other might have... Wasn't even fully naked, yet he felt vulnerable to him like this.

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