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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."

A safe word was going to be necessary? No or stop wouldn't suffice?

He licked his lip, caught between lust and unease. It was nearly fear, though. It should be fear. "What do you think I'd be dishonest about? And disappointed how?"

The longer this went on, the more questions he had, and the worse it all looked. He wanted to go back to before, when he didn't think things would be like this between them. The real Poe, the one he knew must exist, wasn't like this. He couldn't be.

Poe sighed, and his hand stilled on his cock.

"Like trying to tell me that you didn't know what you wanted from Rose," he replied, a tighter edge to his voice again. "When the truth was that she was never what you wanted, was she? That's what disappoints me, Finn."

And he was definitely looking disappointed now, moving to shove his cock back in his pants, despite how hard he was. Showtime over, he wasn't in the mood anymore.

"We're already stuck in this, Finn. We have been from almost the moment we met. I feel disappointed whenever you make it sound like you don't feel it, too."

Why was Poe back on that subject again? Besides, Finn hadn't been lying. "This isn't about-"

His voice trailed off as Poe's mood continued to darken. "I do feel it. I feel a connection with you. I just didn't know you wanted something with me... And I wasn't lying about her, but I know about how I feel for you."

Or he thought he had.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze harder than it had been earlier. Darker.

"A connection." He said the word bluntly - not quite scathingly, but close. Abruptly, he stood up.

"We don't have anything as flimsy as a connection. I have never wanted anything as much as I want you. Nothing."

And for a second it looked like he might grab or shove Finn, but instead he just tore his gaze away and walked past him. "I'm going to my bunk. Take your time to think, if you need it. Because I don't." He slammed the keypad and the door opened.

"I know what I want." With a whoosh, it shut behind him again.

Finn stayed where he was for a long moment before leaning back against the bulkhead and breathing deep through clenched teeth. They should not do whatever the hell Poe wanted them to do. It wouldn't end well for anyone.

But Finn still loved him, still wanted to be with him. Maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Poe wanted him so badly, could make Finn feel amazing. But they didn't seem to know each other at all, both of them having created a fake of the other in their mind and refusing to let it go.

All he wanted to do was talk about this, try to make it work somehow... Maybe once Poe cooled off a little.

He tried to put the worst of his imaginations out of his mind, going through the motions until he finally decided to go to his own bunk. He had stayed up a while, waiting and hoping for Poe to reemerge, but nothing happened.

Eventually, while Finn was watching through his still open door, sleep managed to take him...

When Finn awoke, it was to a sudden weight on his chest as Poe straddled him and sat on him, having snuck up in deadly silence. He was already snapping Finn’s wrists into binders and snapping them to the head of the bunk, shoving a shirt of Poe’s into Finn’s mouth.

“We could have done this the easy way,” Poe growled from above him. “But then I started thinking about what you said earlier - about being controlled - and I realised, you need a much firmer hand, don’t you? You can’t choose this. Because if you did, you’d be betraying yourself. Your freedom. So I’m taking it from you, and by the end of this, you’ll be begging for me to claim you. To own you.”

He rolled his hips, grinding hard against Finn’s crotch.

“I’m going to make yoy scream my name over and over...”

It was amazing how fast he woke up. This felt like a nightmare, it had to be. He yanked on the restraints, binders clattering. "Poe-!" Though, it didn't sound like his name at all, muffled by the shirt. Could have sounded like any word at all, but it definitely wasn't something positive.

What the hell was going on? Finn told him that he wanted him. Why was he doing this?

He froze, Poe's hips bringing him pause. His heart pounded with panic and fear and- and fucking lust. It made him come out of the shock, beginning to struggle beneath Poe, tossing his head this way and that to try and get the shirt out. It was only them on this ship, so what was the point, anyway?

Poe tsked loudly, reaching out to tie the loose ends of the shirt around behind Finn’s head so he couldn’t get free of it.

Poe grabbed his chin and pinned him hard down into the mattress as his other hand mad quick work of any remaining fabric Finn was wearing, them he pushed his knees roughly apart. He grabbed a little of cool liquid and then poured it from a height directly onto Finn’s belly, his cock, his waiting ass. It was very cool to the touch and he smirked as he saw muscles twitch.

“It’s your own fault,” he growled. “Saying you knew what it felt like to be controlled — I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else having you, like this. Did they, Finn? Did they drag you into the maintenance closet and fuck you so hard you couldn’t remember how to walk? He cave that now-slick cock a couple hard tugs.

He shook his head vehemently, no. Or he tried to, anyway. It was difficult to do much with Poe pinning him like this. He still tried, though, moving his knees and struggling as much as he could, not making this easy either.

Something else was muffled in the fabric, but even he didn't know if it was a moan of pleasure or not. This was- No matter what insane misconceptions were going through Poe's head, Finn knew deeply that Poe wouldn't hurt him. That didn't change the situation at all, but his cock still filled rapidly.

It was a fantasy and a horror all mixed up in one. He was being pulled in two totally different directions - full-blown panic or unrelenting lust - and didn't know where to go. This was Poe, but- Why wasn't the choice easy? Why was this happening at all?

“Good,” Poe declared as he sat down heavily on Finn’s knees, locking his own on either side of Finn’s hips to stop the man from struggling. “Because I couldn’t even stand the idea. I can’t — I can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching you, Finn. I can’t stand the idea of you trying to deny yourself this...”

He squeezed Finn’s cock as he felt it fill in his grip.

“It’s okay. I know what you need. I know you have to pretend you don’t want it. But your body I being honest with me, isn’t it?” He started stroking roughly, rolling his hips though his place on Finn’s knees meant he didn’t get any real friction. “I’m going to sit up, Finn, so I can give you everything you didn’t know you needed. Don’t struggle. If you struggle, I’m going to have to teach you not to.” He rose up onto his knees, removing the pressure from Finn’s legs as his spare hand went to his fly, releasing his cock from its fabric cage. It was impossibly hard and glistening with need.

“If you behave, I’ll let you taste it.”

Then it hit him. Poe claiming to know what he needed and the promise from before. And the threat underneath.

Poe had lost his mind. Finn could feel his heart fracturing in his chest from the mere idea that this is what he was really like, this was all he really wanted. It would be all too easy to pretened the other side of the argument was true, though. After all, Poe wasn't wrong. Finn did want him.

To struggle or not to struggle? Unless he could get out of these binders, there wasn't many ways this could end. And his heart was beating so hard, lust curling in the pit of his stomach and mingling with the dread, that Finn was certain Poe could hear it. Poe did know how much he wanted this.

Who would he be if he didn't fight, though? He glared at Poe, hoping it put across all of his anger and betrayal, before bringing his knees up in an attempt to get Poe off of him.

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