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Force it? Finn was about to ask as much, knowing that more questions would just piss him off further, but that was before the kiss came.

It was sudden like Rose's had been, but where hers was sort of sweet, this was anything but. Poe was desperate, harsh. Finn was too stunned to respond before instinct kicked in and he pushed back. This wasn't a kiss, though. It was too mean to have such a sweet name. He didn't know what this was.

When that sense settled in his mind, he tried to pull away.

He didn't linger. It was a point, and as soon as Finn started pulling away that anger bloomed in his chest again and he took his own space backward, turning his back and letting out a litany of colourful swear words as he threw himself down in the pilot seat.

He needed to calm down. He was ruining everything.

"Is it clear enough for you, now?" He growled, without looking at him.

Not much at all was clear, actually, but Finn could finally take a moment and think while Poe was turned away. What he did know was that Poe wanted him and it had pissed him off that someone else had tried to get there first.

In truth, Finn had wanted Poe, too. He didn't think that was even a possibility, though. That part had certainly been cleared up.

Poe told him that he should figure out what he wants. Even though all of this was scaring him and didn't seem like a bright idea, he did still want Poe. The kiss had just made it better and worse all at once.

He swallowed hard, trying to make sure his voice stayed steady. "You never had to be jealous. I wanted you from the start."

Poe let out a long breath, his grip on the controls still far too tight, but trying to release them as he breathed.

Okay.

Okay, that was good. That was what he'd thought, but Rose just had to go and-- No. Enough. Stop thinking about her.

He released the controls and turned around, swivelling his chair to look at Finn, the anger ebbed away but something low and dark was curling in his chest instead. He thought about speaking. Looked like he might. But speaking had never been his forte in the first place, and with Finn's words--

He stood up. Slower, this time, as he stepped towards Finn, his gaze intent.

There was enough time to pull away, if Finn wanted to. But then Poe was reaching out, sliding his hand around the back of Finn's neck and pulling him into a deep, searching kiss. The brutality of the first kiss was gone, but none of the intent. This was to claim. There was nothing else it could be for.

"Poe-" Before he could finish whatever he's wanted to say, they were kissing again. This was different from before, deeper and seemingly more meaningful.

There was a lot there that was still angry and dark. Dangerous. He didn't know what was going on for certain, but Finn shivered into the kiss, anyway, unbiden. He returned it, but didn't moan or press or even move away. It was entirely too new for him to judge what to do with it.

But it was far sexier than it had any right to be.

It was the shiver, more than anything, that spurred him on. He pressed forward, until their bodies were flush, and then he kept pushing Finn backward until he was against the bulkhead. Only then did he break the kiss.

But he didn't back away.

Instead he ducked his head, teeth and lips finding Finn'd throat, sucking and nipping in turn, always a little too hard. Rose hadn't managed this. Rose hadn't gotten to mark Finn, but damn if Poe wasn't going to--

He squeaked when his back hit the bulkhead a little harder than he'd expected. His blood was beginning to stir, whatever spell Poe was under starting to affect him, too.

This wasn't okay, though. He wasn't sure what this was, but it wasn't all right. Finn wanted to be more worried about it, but his heart was pounding too hard to give him the chance.

He startled when Poe moved to his neck, though, crying out when he bit down a little too hard. Finn's cock might have twitched from the rough treatment, and he may have bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning outright, but the concern remained.

Finn cried out, but he didn't move away or push Poe off, and that was all the permission Poe needed to continue. He sucked hard where he'd bit, feeling the blood well under the skin, a flush of warmth, and knew it was going to leave a dark bruise.

Planning for it to.

He pressed his hips flush to Finn's, grinding against him as a free hand started roughly tugging up the man's shirt.

He could have done this nicely. He could have done this gently. But his blood was running too hot for that, now.

Okay. Okay, this was starting to move a little fast. Finn was falling prey to it, though, hissing and moaning from the attentions Poe was giving him. He didn't board the ship expecting this, but it was happening now.

And he was getting swept away with it. His hips moved to press into Poe's, figuring it more than likely that the other man could feel exactly what he was doing to him. His hands, though, found Poe's ribs but wouldn't move. It felt like he couldn't do the same, that Poe was set out on a specific mission and this wasn't a two-man job.

His hands dug in, though, gasping for breath, considering the pros and cons of touching Poe, too... He also had to wonder if that's what he wanted. All he could think about was whatever Poe wanted to do to him, not the other way around.

He could definitely feel it, and a surge of vindication filled him, making him growl low against Finn's throat.

"Shirt off," he murmured roughly, pulling back only far enough to let Finn do it, his hands going for his belt instead. "You want me, Finn?" He pulled the belt clasp open with a snap.

"You barely even know what wanting something feels like, yet." He pulled the belt quickly, slamming their hips together, and then tossed the thing to the floor, discarded and forgotten.

His shirt was off before he could think through the command, tossing it to the floor with the belt. They were doing this, then? Now, like this? His fingers trembled for a lot of reasons: worry, desperation, uncertainty.

"I know what it feels like," Finn said back, still defiant in a way. All his life, he'd only ever wanted. It was having things that he was unfamiliar with, which made this a lot more intimidating than it normally would, which was already a lot.

He ground his hips back into Poe's, showing that he knew exactly what he wanted, but it was mostly bravado. That much was clear but the way breath shook out of his lungs and concern still hung in his eyes.

“Not enough,” he rumbled, pulling open the fastenings of Finn’s trousers with no hesitation, his own breath coming quick and fast.

“I’m going to make you feel like you can barely breathe without me,” he promised darkly, sliding his hand down to cup Finn’s crotch roughly and squeeze just hard enough to be on the edge of pain. “Where even the idea of someone’s lips near yours will have you begging me to come back—“

His breath hitched, a whimper getting free before he bit his lip hard. There was a lot about this he didn't want to give in to, didn't want to egg on. It would be hot if it was just dirty talk but it wasn't. Poe was deathly serious. Which, unfortunately, made it hotter.

His cock twitched in Poe's grip, already leaking. Whatever was going on with Poe, Finn was starting to get more concerned about what this said about himself. "Poe-"

Better. This was better. And Poe actually smiled - a little sharply, a little smugly - but Finn saying his name like that made Poe's blood run incredibly hot.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice still dark but edged with pleasure now. He was enjoying this.

"Is there something you want to say, Finn?" He continued as he finally got Finn's pants open, and pulled out his beautiful, thick, ready cock. His smirk grew almost predatory as he ran the pad over the thumb, leaving a streak of pre-cum behind it. "Your body knows what it wants, I see..."

His eyes squeezed shut, air hissing in and out between his teeth. He wondered what Poe would do if he told him to stop or slow down or even just do something different. The awful thing was, Finn didn't really want it to stop. He just knew it should before this went way too far.

Kind of felt like things had gotten pretty far without him, though. Poe seemed to have already made up his mind about what they were. Finn just hadn't caught up yet.

Question. He was asked a question. Though, he was fairly certain it just mocking... What had he even wanted to say?

Slow down-

I want you-

"Please-" His cock throbbed again, breath hitching, hips rolling. "I need-"

Fuck, but that was a gorgeous sight. Pure desire flashed over Poe's face, and he surged forward, pressing a hungry kiss to Finn's lips.

"Tell me what you need," he growled against Finn's lips as he stroked him roughly. "Because I can give it to you, Finn. I can give you things you didn't even know you needed."

He was panting against Poe's lips, the taste of him still on his tongue. Dammit, to hell with his doubts. "I need you," Finn begged quietly, desperate. Even he wasn't sure if he meant the gallant version of Poe he thought existed or so much more of this.

His hands gripped hard at his clothes then beneath his shirt, pulling them closer together and back into the hungry kiss. His hips rolled with every stroke, moaning into Poe's mouth, shocked by how close he was.

"You have me," Poe promised, his strokes furious and rough and unrelenting. "Like I have you. You're mine now, Finn, do you understand? This is mine - your pleasure is mine - and I'm going to make you feel amazing."

He twisted his grip just right so that with every stroke, Finn's sensitive head was gliding right down his wrist. "I want you to come for me, Finn. And then I'm going to take my time and take you apart completely and you're never going to be able to come without me again."

The words were what finished him. He would have liked to think it was the declaration that Poe belonged to him just as much but it wasn't. It helped settle his mind, but knowing that his pleasure belonged to Poe, the promise that no one else would ever satisfy him enough again- That's what sent him tumbling over.

He cried out again, his hands gripping at Poe's hips hard enough to bruise, coming so hard and so fast that it hurt. Didn't hurt enough to not make this the most erotic moment of his life, though.

When it was done and he moaned again at the ceiling, he started dragging cold air into his lungs and wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Poe smoked, something far warmer than he had been showcasing before. Warm, content. Validated. He strikes Finn through his orgasm and then eased off, releasing him only after he was sure he’d milked every last drop.

Then he took Finn’s chin, tilted it until Finn was forced to look at him, and then used his own tongue to carefully clean off each of his own fingers and make Finn watch it. Then he smiled again, warm and bright as he leaned in and stole a kiss.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Something between a moan and a heavy sigh slipped through as he watched. Though his mind was pretty lethargic, some of the initial fog had lifted. Poe seemed almost normal again with such a bright smile, Finn could easily pretend that what just happened was meant to be pretend.

It wasn't, though, and he knew it. The problem was that he'd liked it, but he at least knew that he shouldn't have. Whatever was going on was dangerous, and Finn never wanted to be controlled or claimed again, even by Poe.

But it had felt so good.

Finn returned the kiss briefly, letting go to breathe deeply again. "We-" And his voice was shot, great. He swallowed hard and tried again. "We should talk about this."

"What's there to talk about?" Poe said, the warmth fading slightly, though not quiet completely. He let a hand rest on Finn's hip, and then murmured in a low promise:

"I wasn't finished yet."

After all, Finn had only gotten a taste. He needed to cement it before Finn had a chance to double think what they were doing.

"You can't tell me you didn't love that, I'd know you were lying," Poe continued as he ran his hands up Finn's chest, ducking his head to leave a trail of kisses over his shoulder.

Wasn't finished. So Poe wasn't lying about taking him apart and all the intentions with it. That's what Finn was afraid of, but he couldn't get over how much he wanted it.

He hissed a breath in from the thought before trying to go back to rationality. "I- I did enjoy it. It was amazing. Intense." Finn swallowed again, trying to find the words that wouldn't make Poe upset. "Too intense. I want to give you anything you want, Poe. You don't have to-... I'm already here."

That wasn't good enough. He should break the whole thing off, but that was definitely beyond him right now.

A flicker of annoyance rippled through him and he stilled for a second, hand pressed to Finn's chest, lips lingering on his shoulder. The silence stretched for a moment, before Poe carefully released the tension that had gathered in his shoulder blades.

"I want this," was what he finally said, tilting his head to kiss the underside of Finn's jaw, the words rumbling against his throat. "I want to show you everything I can do for you. Everything I can be for you."

He pulled back, that hand sliding up to gently grasp Finn's throat, stroking the side almost lovingly with his thumb. "I know what you need, Finn. I need it, too. I need it so badly I can taste it. So just trust me."

It couldn't be that bad, Finn thought, to just see what Poe meant. After what they just did, he wanted to know about everything Poe could give him.

But like the several times before, just as Poe had him convinced that he was just overreacting, something else would raise a red flag. Finn wanted to see what happened next about as much as he wanted his next breath, but his brow furrowed.

"What do you think I need?" He wasn't angry, concerned, suspicious. Mostly curious.

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