lina_musebox

;poe

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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Poe froze, three pieces of wood instantly clattering to the ground at his feet, even though his hand was still extended and raised.

He'd been expecting insults, or a missed punch, or - or something not a kiss - and yet here he was, his lips still tingling where Finn's had left them.

He blinked and then swallowed, trying to shake it off, feeling a heat rising to his cheeks.

"Well that was... effective," he mumbled, embarrassed that something Finn had done purely to surprise him would have such an effect. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Of course he had. He had been thinking about it from nearly the moment they met. He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand through his hair as he looked down at the woodchips. Carefully, they raised through the air back to his hand and he started to make them move again.

He wet his lips.

"I, uh... guess you'll just have to try it again."

"Don't know if it'll work if you're not surprised by it," he mumbled. But it was still distracting, right? Was his kissing actually distracting at all?

Wait, why was he arguing with himself?

Pushing the second thoughts aside, Finn pressed their lips together again, trying to turn it into a proper kiss this time. He shouldn't have this at all, really, so he had to make it count... Except he wasn't brave enough to try pouring everything he felt into a single kiss, frenzied and passionate, but he at least tried to do better.

His hand moved up to cup Poe's jaw as he tried to deepen it, the wood chips forgotten, the kiss slow and steady. It probably wasn't the distraction Poe needed, but Finn didn't know if he could provide that...

He was ready, this time. Or sort of, anyway. He was half expecting another rushed, quick, clumsy kiss - but instead Finn kissed him like he wanted to be there.

The wood dropped instantly, Poe's heart thumping hard in his chest as he pressed back, lips parting as he slid a hand behind Finn's neck, pulling him closer as he pressed the kiss deeper. His heart was starting to race now, all thought of flying woodchips forgotten.

Finn, absently, couldn't help but wonder if this was working? Was Poe able to overcome distraction? Were the chips still floating around?

But he felt a hand on his neck and was pulled further into the kiss, so all thoughts about their goal left him, too. He moaned into it instead and began to kiss Poe exactly how he wanted.

It was his only chance, and he could work to steel his heart later when they joked about this. For now, he was pretending that Poe was his, that Poe wanted this as much as Finn did. It was almost nothing to press their bodies together, too. Nothing to drown in this feeling he wasn't even sure was real.

The moan sent a shiver straight down his spine, and for the first time Poe realised that what he felt wasn’t just some torn, unrequited attraction. That despite all his best efforts to never think about it, never address it, Finn had at least a little of the same feeling too. He broke the kiss for half a second, just to drag in a deep, shaky breath, and then without a word or warning he surged forward once more to kiss Finn long and deep. His hand dropped, pressing into the small of Finn’s back as their bodies lined up against each other.

His heart felt like it was running so fast it might just burst right out of his rib cage.

He didn’t notice when one of the little woodflecks at his feet launched itself into the trees.

Poe was taking this further than Finn thought he ever would. But he couldn't start second guessing it all now, not with Poe's hand moving against him, not with them meeting again for another kiss.

His free hand found Poe's back, too, making a fist into his shirt since he was trying so hard to make the kiss stay gentle. His other hand, though, hadn't moved. He reveled against the feeling of rough stubble, Poe's jaw moving against his palm. Intoxicating, just like the rest of him.

"Poe-" The word was practically breathed between them before he was trying to take another desperate kiss. It felt like they wanted the same, and his hands couldn't catch up to the fact that this was pretend, already trying to ruck up his shirt in the search for skin.

The sound of his name on Finn’s lips like that was enough to drive him crazy, and he groaned against his mouth, skin prickling as it was exposed to the air. He grasped at Finn’s shirt and started tugging as well, but finally his brain caught up to the rest of him and he abruptly pulled back, panting.

“Finn....” he murmured, hating how needy he sounded. He cleared his throat and met Finn’s eyes with the question all too clear on his face.

“I—please tell me this is not just to distract me,” he murmured lowly.

His fear wanted to tell Poe that it was, but... the please stopped him cold. It couldn't really be, could it? It had to-

Finn's eyes fell to his lips, unable to hold contact as the fear and doubt rose up again. "It's not," he answered between gasping breaths, the words shaking as they trembled out of his throat. "I-"

The words stopped. There was nothing else to say, nothing else he could really dredge up. His eyes found Poe's again, pleading silently in his rare moment of vulnerability.

All of Poe’s anxiety and doubt faded in an instant, his heart thumping in his chest.

“Yeah,” he replied to Finn’s unspoken words, placing his hands on either side of the man’s face.

“Me too.”

He didn’t even give Finn a breath to reply, surging forward to take a deep, claiming kiss.

Finn melted, the relief thrumming through him and providing a whole new range of confidence. Still, the sigh he gave into the kiss turned into a moan halfway through, hands pulling Poe ever closer.

Finally, one fumbled itself beneath Poe's shirt, pressing against warm, solid flesh. He didn't try anything else or push any further. This was all he could dare to want. Poe kissing him and a warm body against his.

It lit his veins on fire, and he suddenly felt more alive than he had since he’d been found on that beach. He’d dreamed about it of course, ideal day dreams and less idle ones at night. But he hadn’t considered it an actual possibility, and he was all too able to focus on the job ahead of him.

Now, though - now he wanted something more deeply than he had in a long time.

He groaned, stepping into the kiss and pressing Finn back - gently but firmly - until he had him up against a tree, pinning his body to it as he kissed him deeply.

That hadn't been expected. Finn knew he should break away, tell Poe that they were moving too fast, that there was too much going on for them to be doing this at all. He couldn't bring himself to slow it down, though. He wanted this so badly, bad idea or not.

He gasped in surprise against Poe's lips, finally kissing him in a frenzy that he'd been trying in vain to hold back. His free hand tangled into Poe's hair, his hips moving against the body against him. But he had to ask, he had to- "What do you want?" he gasped again, breathing hard.

The words did not process quickly, the feeling of Finn’s body moving against his was short circuiting his brain. But Finn was trying to talk to him so Poe forced himself to slow down, panting with the effort it too to stop himself.

“I—“ What did he want? That was a complicated question that he did not currently have the brain cells to process. He breathed out, pressing a kiss just to the side of Finn’s lips.

“Right now, or in general?”

The moment to stop and breathe was appreciated, but Finn couldn't really spare much thought for it. What he did do was give a breathy laugh, finding that he was suddenly far happier than he'd been in recent memory.

"Right now," he answered breathlessly, staring dopily at Poe's lips. "We can talk about in general later."

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he admitted, a little huskily, forcing himself to move back a few more inches, just to look properly at Finn’s face.

“I didn’t think you—“ He cut off, trying to find the right words and failing. “I want you, Finn. I hadn’t even thought that you might want me back.”

And wasn't that odd. He couldn't imagine how Poe didn't realize before now. So Finn shook his head, though only barely. "Was pretty sure now wasn't a good time, given-... I didn't think you'd want this. Or me."

There was too much involved. Now that they've finally separated for air, they should at least talk about it, right? "I want to give you everything."

Poe's heart thumped and he swallowed, his hands still framing Finn's face as he brushed his thumbs lightly across the man's cheeks.

"There are definitely other things that I should probably be focusing on," He admitted, but his voice was low and he couldn't look away. "But none that are more important than this."

He leaned in again, pressing a soft, almost questioning kiss to Finn's lips, and then murmured against them: "Maybe we should go inside."

Important. This was important to Poe.

What they were doing suddenly felt serious. Heavy. Something that wasn't even close to a fling but actually nearer to... something else.

"Yeah." His voice only shook a little, and Finn swallowed to try getting himself together. "Yeah, maybe we should." A hand left Poe's hair and tangled into the fingers on the side of his face. Finn walked around him towards the house, never really turning or looking away from Poe, too caught up in whatever world they created in just a few short minutes.

Poe threaded his fingers into Finn's, squeezing them tightly as he was led back to the house almost in a daze, everything else forgotten. The chips didn't matter, the psychologists didn't matter, the Air Force didn't matter... He'd be able to deal with all of it, with far more patience, now.

It was really hard imagining ever being angry again, as he memorized the look on Finn's face as he watched him. He didn't speak again, though he almost stumbled a couple times, unwilling to look away even to ensure his footing. He blindly reached for the door and got it open, pressing up against Finn as they backed into the house and then letting it close behind him.

His heart was slamming in his ribcage as he leaned in to take another kiss, still pressing Finn back toward the couch, his free fingers straying down over Finn's chest and then tugging a little at his shirt, pushing it up so he could slide a chilled hand over warm skin beneath.

Finn shivered, his breath hitching into the new kiss. He felt it impossible to explain how desperately he wanted Poe and how much he'd grown to care for him since he'd come home. The feeling was foreign, a distant, devastating crush he'd harbored since their very first meeting. He honestly hadn't expected it to grow into what he felt now.

And what he felt now was entirely too overwhelming.

His knees hit the back of the couch around the same moment he'd gotten fingers beneath Poe's shirt again, so he sat down hard instead of getting to his goal. At least from here, he could look up at him, push his shirt up a little and place kisses on any skin he could reach.

Poe groaned softly, Finn falling away from his fingers, pretty kisses to his abdomen. Poe was determined to help, so he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it off to the side before climbing onto the couch. He dug each knee into Escher side and then sat down in Finn’s lap as he trapped Finn’s hips between them and then slowly began to grind down into him.

He moaned, openly, his whole body shuddering as he found an achingly good way to roll himself against Finn as he started to fumble for the man’s shirt, sliding his hands up over Finn’s chest. ]

Finn made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it into regions unknown. His hands quickly found a home on Poe's ribs again, lips leaving open kisses on his shoulder as a moan tore pulled itself out of him. Then there were his hips, rolling to meet Poe's at least halfway.

He was getting drunk on it, every touch something so new and aching. "Poe-" Finn mumbled his name again, taking him into another deep kiss, torn between having too much and nothing at all to say.

He would be so scared later. Scared for Poe. Scared for them. But that was later and couldn't further from his mind right now.

It was heady and probably way too fast but people couldn’t stop if he tried. He leaned into Finn, grinding down against him as he kissed him deeply, hands roaming appreciately over his chest and skin. One hand traced lower, dragging nails against Finn’s abs - almost featherlight - before halting as they caught the waistband if his pants.

Poe broke the kiss to pant against Finn’s lips, his fingers hovering as if waiting permission...

Finn was trembling. He didn't mean to, and it certainly wasn't out of fear. It was anticipation, longing-

Poe's hesitancy only made him pause for a fraction of a second, then his hand had moved to his own pants, opening them but not pushing any further. "I want everything. I want everything you want."

“That is... a really dangerous statement to make,” Poe said with a groan, his heart fluttering in his chest. He stood up, stepping back and then kneeling in front of Finn as he caught the man’s open pants and started tugging them down his hips.

Tossing them aside, he could see the outline of Finn’s heavy cock beneath his thin underwear and Poe groaned as he leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the trapped length as he spread Finn’s knees gently apart.

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