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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?

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"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.

"Dammit, Finn," Poe hissed, grabbing his knees and then slamming them down to one side, pinning them in place. "It's me, okay? I'm going to take care of you but I need you to trust me." He pushed Finn right over onto his side, kicking off the last of his clothes while keeping Finn pinned was frustratingly difficult. But eventually he managed it, and lay down behind Finn, wrapping his legs around the other man's to keep them tightly together, a hand reaching around to grasp that cock again, still hard despite Finn's anger.

"You're going to beg for this later," he promised, rough and low, as he pressed himself against Finn, his cock pressing just between the perfect globes of Finn's ass, and he rolled his hips to grind against the crack.

Then he leaned in, kissing Finn's spine. "I warned you, I'd have to teach you," he whispered, the kisses almost caressing - -

Until his lips found Finn's shoulder, just a scant few inches above his scar, and he bit down, hard, still stroking Finn's cock roughly.

He had whined when Poe touched his hard, leaking, neglected cock again, hating himself a little more. It felt good, just like Poe grinding himself into his ass felt good. He didn't want to like this. It wasn't right. He didn't want to be like this.

The bite hurt, though. His cock throbbed with the initial bite, but Finn didn't like that part one bit, hissing beneath the shirt. He didn't want this to end with him getting hurt on top of- of violation.

He pushed back hard into Poe's mouth, bucking back into him, hoping he could either convince him to let go or manage to hurt him back somehow.

Unfortunately, the push just meant that Poe locked up, and all the force was put onto his teeth, breaking skin where he didn't mean to. The taste of copper filled his mouth and he hissed, pulling back.

"Damn it, Finn!" His grip tightened, shoving a knee into Finn's spine and forcing him to arc away from him, though he didn't let go of that cock. He rubbed the pad of his thumb roughly over the slit, spreading precum in its wake. "I'm trying not to hurt you! Stop making this worse!"

His own arousal hadn't diminished, though. If anything, he was even harder than he was. Using his legs wrapped around Finn's he suddenly flipped them over, shoving Finn face down into the sheets, hips held up so that his ass was on full, prominant display and Poe could still stroke his cock. He shifted around so he could shove a foot on the back of Finn's neck and pin it there, sitting on the back of his legs. It meant he had his hand free, and with it he grabbed the bottle of lube and just started pouring it over the cleft of Finn's ass, watching it run right down between them, before slipping down his thighs.

"You're going to beg me for it," he hissed darkly. "And then you're going to apologize to me, later, for making this so hard on the both of us."

There was no warning, as a slick finger suddenly pressed inside of Finn, the lube letting it slide all the way to the second knuckle. He immediately twisted it, curling it as he sought out Finn's prostate.

He grunted in pain from the knee in his spine, which hurt a hell of a lot worse than the bite. By the time he regained himself, he was face down on the bed.

There was nothing he could do like this except maybe wiggle his ass around which Poe would probably like. He tried to shift his legs, pressing back against the foot on his neck, anything. He could feel the sting of his wrists, feeling a wetness rub against the raw skin around the binders.

He froze at the intrusion, tensing. So he was right about Poe's intentions, then. Not knowing what to do, Finn took deep, rapid breaths, trying to think. But Poe's fingertip rubbed against something, and Finn's whole body leaped with it, his cock jumping with a renewed surge of precome.

At least now his mind was blank.

"There," Poe said with breathless pointedness. He deligently began to press the pad of his finger rhymically over that rough little area inside Finn, stroking his throbbing cock at the same time.

"You should have just trusted me, but maybe it's better this way. Maybe you --" He punctuated the statement with a firm press, "-- maybe you needed it this way. Maybe this was the only way you were going to let yourself be overtaken by it--"

No matter how much it hurt, Finn pulled against the binders. He was starting to sink into something thick, deep, and intoxicating. Pleasure was pumping through him constantly, and he moaned into the shirt, louder and louder, eyes squeezed shut tight.

His orgasm was almost a surprise but only in that it began almost seamlessly. The whole thing was a climax, his body jerking with the motions. But for that long moment, there was no fear or dread. Just blinding, dark pleasure that he knew he shouldn't have. He was drowning in it.

"Yes..." Poe whispered against him, working his cock through every pulse of his orgasm, slowing a little once it was finished but never quite stopping. He eased the pressure on Finn's prostate, as well, pressing a clumsy kiss to his shoulder, tasting blood.

"Fuck, you're beautiful... you're perfect, you come so perfectly, Finn. I want to make you feel that good all the time." He peppered kisses on his shoulder.

"I'm going to make you come again," he promised in a breathless whisper. "It's going to feel more intense, this time, but I promise it'll feel even better. If I remove the gag - are you going to fight me, Finn, or are you just going to let me hear those beautiful moans?"

He wanted nothing more than to stay in that dark, deep place where he could only feel and not think about anything at all. But he was too sensitive, twitching with every stroke Poe continued to give him. It dragged him right back to the surface, but at least it felt like some pieces of him were left behind.

He blinked back to awareness, to Poe's praise and kisses. It almost felt good. He could probably convince himself that it did. But Poe was already promising more, so he didn't know what to think. There was certainly very little that he could do.

Getting the gag off would be a step up. He grunted, both of them knowing he couldn't answer anyway. It didn't really matter if he could. Poe already knew what he wanted to do.

He'll take that as a yes, and he lets go of Finn's cock to reach up and pull the shirt free from Finn's mouth, letting in dangle loosely around his neck instead. His finger was still gently moving inside him, the stroke almost a caress, now, and Poe had folded in closer against Finn's back as he lay another line of kisses across his shoulders.

"I want you so much," he whispered in a low groan. "I want to be inside you while you come..."

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