lina_musebox

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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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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.

Finn's hands were reaching for Poe, wanting to seek more skin on him, too, before the other stood. Panic immediately shot through him, already berating himself for saying and doing all the wrong things-

But Poe was in front of him again, suddenly helping to get the pants free. Finn groaned from the kiss, from the hands on his knees, his hands finding and burying themselves into Poe's hair again. He couldn't believe this was happening. It felt so good, his hips rolling up a fraction. "I can't believe this is happening."

He hadn't meant to say that.

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Poe glanced up, shooting him a smile that was too warm to be a smirk, as he moved a hand to slowly rub over the thick outline of Finn’s cock. He leaned in again, mouthing slowly at the head as he began to pseudo-stroke through the fabric.

He couldn’t quite believe this was happening either, but he wasn’t about to let Finn forget it any time soon. He hooked a finger in the waistband of Finn’s underwear, lowering it just a fraction so that Poe could press a warm kiss to the base - then an inch lower and another kiss - then again...

Slowly, he pulled the fabric down until he was kissing nearly the entire length all the way to the head.

He didn’t notice that one of the belts was starting to shudder and shake behind him.

Finn didn't notice it either, far too caught up in what was happening in front of him. It was a trial to keep his breath regular and prevent his heart from exploding but he evidently was doing a good job.

Poe was doing a much better job, though. Finn couldn't stop groaning with every kiss, his nails scratching into Poe's scalp and neck. Idly, he was also taking notes, trying to learn a thing or two about what Poe might like for later. Because this wasn't a one-time thing. In fact, it felt like a promise of more to come.

"You are really good at this," he said, unable to stop words tumbling out of his mouth. "You feel so good. You're amazing, Poe. Should have told you before."

“I’m only just getting started,” he promised, as the waistband lowered to just show the edge of the head of Finn’s cock. Poe pressed a kiss to it and then pulled the fabric farther down, the cock jumping a little as it escaped.

He leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to the head as his eyes fluttered closed with a sigh. His tongue darted out, tracing the edge, before he leaned in and took it into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing slightly.

He didn’t wait very long until his head started bobbing, taking more of Finn’s cock into his warm and eager mouth on every pass, groaning around it.

The slow, tender touches were driving him absolutely mad. Finn's head tilted back against the couch, crying out louder and louder, not even thinking about the sounds he was making. All of his brain power was stuck between how good Poe felt and trying not to thrust into his perfect, warm, soft, eager mouth.

The babbling didn't stop, though. Only, Finn was just repeating Poe's name now, a mantra jumping through his mind on repeat. It was all he knew right now, especially when he finally opened his eyes to watch him. Praise about goodness and perfection and beauty were falling from his lips, too, but he didn't think about that either.

It would be easy to tell him that he loved him. But that, at least, he held back.

Poe was getting carried away, every cry from Finn’s lips going straight to his cock. He ignored it when he was getting rough enough on himself that he almost gagged - powering through it and swallowing around Finn’s length. He dimly heard something flatter against the floor and ignored it, his hand moving to grip the base of Finn’s cock as he worked and then—

He let out a started cry as it felt like something whipped him, releasing Finn’s length to look for the culprit as a belt clattered back to the floor.

Finn was lost in him... until Poe yelped like he'd been struck. His eyes popped open, not sure when he'd closed them again, only to see the belt fall.

After a moment of shock, Finn just started giggling. This was absurd! Everything that was going on right now didn't make any sense! He leaned forward until his face buried itself into the top of Poe's head. "Are you okay?"

While disappointed that the attention had been taken away from his cock, this was still an interesting development. It wasn't just anger that grappled with these powers. Maybe anything could lead to them.

Poe could feel a flush building under his skin and he grumbled: “Yeah, I’m fine, surprised not hurt.” But it had kind of killed his momentum.

So he gave Finn’s cock another quick kiss and then stood back up, taking off his own pants and the underwear with them.

“I guess just — try to ignore it.”

Finn had reached for him, about to respond, but his thoughts trailed away once Poe was suddenly naked in front of him. His mouth went dry, and he had to swallow before he could remember that he had wanted to speak at all.

"Kay," was the first thing he said before blinking and reaching for Poe again. His hands found his waist, and Finn tried to smile to lighten the mood again. "It's kinda hot, though. Knowing that I make you lose your mind a little. I hadn't even gotten to touch you yet."

Now he was definitely blushing, though he hoped it wasn’t visible. He slid his knees onto the couch, to either side of Finn’s lap, straddling but not touching yet.

“Yeah, well, you were being stupidly hot and moaning a lot, what else am I supposed to do with that.” He gently lowere himself into Finn’s lap, reaching down between them to make sure Finn’s cock was upright before taking both that and his own cock in hand and giving a slow, quizzical pump.

Ah, fuck, that felt good.

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