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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.

He kept his hand around Finn's throat but his grip was loose - gentle. Caressing, even. With his free hand he took Finn's wrist and pulled it towards him, pressing it to the heavy bulge in Poe's trousers, still throbbing every few seconds.

"Some of this, for starters," he said, a smirk on his lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss right to the edge of Finn's mouth. "I think you want me to take you - completely - fully - right here, bent over that chair. I think you want to moan my name as I make you come again without even touching your cock, and I think you want to feel me explode deep inside of you."

His mouth dry, eyes glancing down to where Poe pressed against his hand. He didn't move it, though, even as he looked at the aforementioned chair and imagined Poe's vision coming to life.

He did want it, desperately, and it had to show in his eyes. But all of these promises, no matter how enticing, still gave him pause. Finn licked his lips, deciding to test the waters. He turned his gaze back to Poe's, challenging, and breathed out, "But what would you do if I said no?"

He was just overreacting...

"You won't," Poe said simply, with utter self assurance. "I mean, you could try," he continued, his voice almost like a purr.

He pressed himself hard against Finn's hand, ducking his head to press a kiss to the side of Finn's jaw, and then his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and sucking on it. "Actually, I'd kind of like to see you try to resist it... Because we'd both know you'd be lying."

He had been worried about a firmer reaction but this one was somehow scarier. Poe telling Finn how he was supposed to feel and convincing himself that he was right. Even worse, he was right in this instance.

Dammit, they needed to actually talk. He needed to understand, needed to believe that this wasn't exactly what it seemed. He loved Poe, he wanted him, but this?

Finn's hand moved away, fingertips gently pressing along the waistband. It was some progress, wasn't it? Something to slow down with. "I'm serious, Poe. I want you, I want to be with you, but this is... intense. We should slow down. Talk and think."

He was getting freaked out, in all honesty, but he didn't want to say it like that. He still wanted Poe, and while the possessive streak was hot, Finn wasn't sure he wanted it like this.

Poe clicked his tongue and considered - really considered - just throwing Finn down and having his way with him.

But he could tell he was playing a fine line, here. And if he pushed Finn too hard, he'd ruin everything. He wanted Finn to want this - even when it was against his will.

... Well. That was something he could play with.

"Talk and think," he repeated, backing up and away from Finn's grasp. Talk and think, huh?

He slumped back into the pilot seat, frowning as he watched Finn. "Alright. We can talk and think." But as he said it, he unclasped his trousers and slowly drew out his cock, stroking it lazily, his gaze never leaving Finn's face. "What do you want to say?"

I'd like to see you try and resist it. That alone should have been an answer, and this the confirmation. He watched Poe stroke himself, wanting to get involved while knowing it was a really bad idea. That was Poe's entire point, though.

"I'm not playing," he answered back a little wobbly, finally looking up at Poe. "I don't want to be played with either. This- This is good - it can be good - but I know what I want. I can control that on my own."

It took effort to try and ignore what Poe was doing. Effort that Finn didn't have a lot of after what they just did. He swallowed again, looking Poe over, looking generally unsure. He just wanted this to be good - good for both of them. "I want you, but this is-... I've been controlled before. I know what it's like."

Which is what he hated the most. Why did he still want it?

Edited (random gave me a weird icon choice) 2019-06-03 02:51 (UTC)

"I don't want to control you, Finn," Poe said, his voice low and dark as he watched, every stroke to his cock slow and aching. A bead of precum grew at the tip and he spread it lazily with his thumb.

"I don't want to have to. I want you to be mine, and I want you to want me as badly as I want you. I'm not playing you. I am demonstrating."

He tiled his head, breathing out slowly as his cock throbbed in his hand.

"I don't want to control you. I want to own you."

Once again, Poe had him right up until the end. He even grazed his teeth over his bottom lip and stepped forward only to slow to a stop again.

"What do you mean by own?" He did not like that, finding it worse than the aspect of control. But Poe already explained it, right? He wanted Finn to want him. That... wasn't so bad? "Do I get to have you the same way? What if you think I want something that I don't?"

What if Finn wanted out? He didn't right now and he didn't want to even voice the idea, but this was scary to think about. And extremely fucking hot and he hated that. His eyes found Poe's cock again, watching his thumb play with the precome. He had to swallow again.

"I'd be yours, just like you'd be mine," He said, looking at Finn hazily, his lips parting and his breath coming a little faster as he stroked.

"And I really doubt that would ever be the case, but... Sure, we can have a safe word. Something that you could say if you really wanted me to stop. Finalizer." That would stop either of them dead in their tracks.

But his expression turned dark.

"But I expect you to be honest, Finn. I would be very, very disappointed if you weren't honest with me."

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