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He jumped back from the door when it opened, not expecting confrontation like this. And now he'd made Poe angry again, too. Yet one more sign that he should just leave. He didn't want to make Poe angrier or open himself up to punishment.

The dread came back in waves but whatever happened, he could fix it. If they went too far, it would be okay. Finn balled one hand into a fist, willing himself to just get on with it.

"Do you still want me?" he asked in a wavering, uncertain voice, body tense and ready to run.

Poe narrowed his eyes half in suspicion and half in confusion. After a few seconds he seemed to decide it was a real question.

“Do you think I would suddenly not?” He asked, incredulously. “I know what I want. That hasn’t changed. But if you think you can come in here and try to take my thoughts from me—“

Yes, he absolutely thought that Poe would suddenly not. Before he could address that, though, they were off on another weird tangent.

"What? No! I don't want to take your thoughts. What are you talking about?" Even more evidence that Poe wasn't okay.

Okay. Okay, he could tell he was starting to sound a little nuts.

He rubbed his face. Fuck, he was tired.

“I just- Forget it.” Finn had clearly not understood him. “If you’re not here to stop me from thinking about you then what do you want?”

Poe was thinking about him?

Finn mentally berated himself. Of course, Poe was thinking about him. After the obsession he'd seen over the last few days, what else would he be doing? Unless he was lying, trying to manipulate Finn, trying to make him think he wanted something when he didn't.

Except. He did want this. Just once more, just to see if it could be better.

He swallowed audibly, not knowing how to put his thoughts into words, especially in a way Poe would understand. Or in a way Finn could remotely keep his pride.

"You-" He stopped, cleared his throat, and hoped Poe didn't realize that was the full answer. His hand pressed against his stomach, playing with his shirt. "I thought that if I could be the one giving you... what you needed and we ignored me, then... it wouldn't be like before." But deep down, his real intention for standing here was that he wanted to be taken, just once. He couldn't voice that like this, though. He shouldn't even think of it. "Just... I touch you and that's it."

This was stupid on so many levels. Stupid of him to ask for it and stupid of him to think Poe would want it.

Poe paused, something shifting in his expression, though his brows were still knotted.

Finn wanted to touch him. That was good, that he could admit that. That was a start. And kind of a relief, though he didn’t want to admit that to himself. He shifted his weight, but his underwear was too thin not to display the way it twitched as he thought about it.

He doubted Finn would be able to keep that boundary line, and a part of him wanted to warn him. But he ignored it.

“How do you want to touch me?” He asked instead, his voice a little deeper, a little huskier then it had been a minute ago.

He didn't want to say it.

But, no. No, no, no. This was better. They were communicating, detailing exactly what their intentions were. This was much better. He should accept this with open arms. It was an improvement.

So even though the question made him a little shy, it gave him courage, too. Not enough courage to look down or admit he'd seen any movement at all but enough to look Poe in the eye when he responded.

Okay, he could do this. Deep breath. "I want to get you off. If that's what you want."

What he wanted was to have Finn moaning and writhing under him and begging for release.

But this was a lot closer to progress than the last day and a half had been.

He watched Finn for a long few seconds, as if considering, and then opened the door wider and stepped back toward his bunk, shedding his underwear on the way and tossing it to the side before he sat down, facing Finn, something like a dare in his gaze.

He watched Poe move across the room and stayed frozen to the spot a few seconds after he sat down. Inside, Finn was still debating with himself. What the hell was he thinking? What was he doing this for? He knew this wouldn't end well, so why-

But Poe had agreed and was waiting. He had to quiet the noise in his head. This was what he wanted, right? Just for tonight, just to try, right?

Another deep breath and he stepped quietly inside, moving forward until he was kneeling in front of Poe. He could do this, he told himself. It was only a matter of giving in, which was all he really wanted, to give in like he had the other night, to stop thinking and just be.

He took Poe's cock in his hand, bracing the other against the bunk, stroking slowly as he stared up into that hard gaze. Eventually, he had to look away and focus. Finn kissed his hip and trailed his lips to the base, making open kisses along the shaft and not thinking about it.

It was excruciatingly soft and slow and made Poe want to shove him to the floor and strip him, so it took every last ounce of restraint that he had to hold himself back. His heart hammered in his chest, and after a moment he tested the waters by reaching out and running his fingers across that short-cropped hair.

He knew Finn wanted his clock.

He knew it.

Finn paid no heed to the hand on his head. It felt good, if anything. Good to have some sort of reaction out of Poe that was positive, telling him that he was doing good so far.

It spurred him on to take the head in his mouth, pressing his tongue to the slit and hallowing his cheeks. Before he knew it, he was already pushing his way down, small sounds escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.

This was already better. He wasn't nearly as deep into it as he had been before but it was still better than nothing.

The look in Poe’s eyes was getting darker, his fingers curling to scrape scalp as he wet his lips. Watching Finn.

It was a good start. But it wasn’t enough.

Finn had to know this wasn’t enough.

He didn’t make a sound but his hand moved, rubbing down the back of Finn’s head, caressing his neck... then slowly his grip cemented and he stated pulling Finn in, forcing him to take his cock deeper as he started to roll his hips to thrust into that perfect, needy mouth...

It wasn't a sudden movement but it took him by surprise, anyway. Finn choked at first, panicking, wondering what he had actually expected.

But they had talked about this. It was about getting Poe off, that was all. Finn hadn't said how. And he wasn't being hurt. If anything, he- No. No, it wasn't about him. That didn't matter, anyway. This was still okay.

Finn shut his eyes tighter, swallowing with every thrust rapidly to get rid of the gagging. He was still anxious, still worried. The head of Poe's cock kept forcing itself into Finn's throat with every thrust, and he- he-

Fuck, he loved it. He loved the idea of Poe using him. He loved how his body could respond before he could catch up. He loved how wrong it felt, how he knew it was wrong. He loved it.

The bulge in his pants was much more prominent now, a wet spot starting to form every time it visibly twitched. He moaned again, deeper, more constant, not realizing he was doing it. He was deep into it now, as deep as before, beginning to drown already. Now that he knew what it felt like, it was so easy to find again.

Each thrust was getting sharper, and he pushed Finn’s neck down to change the angle enough that Finn wouldn’t choke so much - but also so he could thrust deeper.

He finally let out a moan, deep and low, as he heard Finn’s, his eyes scanning over the man’s body.

There. He could see it.

“Stop.” He gripped the back of Finn’s head, pulling him back and off his cock, noting how swollen and full Finn’s lips were. He breathed, his cock shuddering in time.

“Strip.”

Finn shivered once he had been pulled away, gulping down gasps of air. Why had Poe pulled him off? He thought he'd been doing good. He whined deep in his chest, already missing Poe's touch.

Before he could pull himself out of it, he was getting a command. It made sense, too. Poe would like it more if they were both naked, just like Finn wanted. Though he didn't care for putting his body on display to Poe after last time, that was part of it, wasn't it? Pushing the boundary but still what they talked about, still what Poe wanted. It was perfect.

He only paused for a fraction of a second to gasp for breath before he pulled the shirt off. The pants were removed soon after, faster than Finn had ever undressed before. His hard cock slapped against his torso, standing proud and leaking on full display, and Finn hated it. He felt ashamed that he was so turned on, scared that Poe was seeing him like this. It just made it worse and better. He loved it.

When his clothes were gone, he just kneeled there and didn't know what to do. Poe had told him to stop. "Please-" he gasped quietly. He just wanted to touch him again, to be touched. He wanted to stay drowning like this as long as possible.

For a second Poe thought he was dreaming - that was the only way he could explain the universe aligning so perfectly with his desires. With Finn kneeling there, glistening with need, begging him—

It hit him like a sudden rush, and he grabbed Finn by the hair and pulled him upright before pushing him hard down onto the bed, bending him over it with his ass up. Poe pushes up behind him, heavy cock pressing between Finn’s ass cheeks, grinding roughly against him as he held him down. He reached around, grasping Finn’s cock and giving it a rough but well angled stroke, grunting with the effort.

It wasn’t part of the bargain, making Finn come again. But he’d said Please...

“Say it again.”

It was almost enough to bring him out of it. The sudden jostling and being pressed face down into another bunk. The only thing that kept him under was the familiarity of this. It was so close to all of the perfect things that were a part of last time.

But last time was- His eyes squeezed shut. "No-" He didn't want that again, the fear and dread already welling up inside him. But it was alongside something else, made stronger for the wrongness of it.

He could move, though. He could push Poe away, fight back. He could even use their safe word, and Poe would stop. But then Poe would stop. The edge of this deep ocean was just there. He could taste it. He wanted it.

Finn squirmed beneath him, his hands clutching at the sheets, trying to pull away and push back into Poe's cock all at once. The hand on his own cock was the excuse he needed, pushing him ever closer until he told himself he couldn't resist it. "Poe, please- Please-"

Poe was breathing hard, his heart going a million miles a minute, and he tensed at that initial no, his grip getting harder.

He didn’t care, he told himself. It was just a no. It wasn’t the word he’s given Finn.

And even if Finn used that word now, it probably wouldn’t stop him. Not when he knew he was right—

But then Finn started to move under him, almost fucking his hand—

He moaned at the words, grinding hard against Finn’s ass, pure pleasure rippling through him. He surged downward, peppering Finn’s spine with almost vicious kisses as he started to stroke him in earnest, rough and fast and everything that he wanted. He reached out, fumbling with his drawer, and when a finger finally began to push inside Finn it was slick with lube and Poe’s precum. He wasted no time in finding Finn’s prostate, stroking it with a singleminded determination as he pushed a second finger deep alongside the first.

He was careful to keep an eye on how close Finn was to an orgasm. He’d let it happen to early, before.

This time? This time Poe was going to edge him so often that Finn would be a gibbering, begging mess by the end of it.

Yes- Yes! It was the same but more than before, everything he didn't even know he needed. The pleasure was pulsing through him again just like last time, hands clawing at the sheets, body trembling and tense.

He couldn't think now. Couldn't think about how stupid and wrong this was, how he shouldn't be feeling this good from it. His mind was just blank, and it was perfect.

His moans were near constant, rising in volume every time Poe mercilessly spurned him forward. He was so close, so close-

Just as he felt Finn clench before an orgasm his hand on the man’s cock roughly gripped the base- so tight and hard that it halted Finn’s orgasm in its tracks, even though he kept stroking his prostate in the meantime.

“Beg me,” he demanded, his voice rough and dark, his fingers spreading Finn open as he spoke. “Tell me what you need, Finn. Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you, right here, right now.”

Finn scrambled at the bed, unable to fall over the edge he was just skimming. He needed to go over it, needed it more than air.

He registered Poe's tone before his words. He was angry again. This was his punishment for before. Finn cried out, pushing himself back on to Poe's fingers. His need mixed with fear and excitement. He dreaded what Poe was going to do to him. He couldn't wait to find out.

Belatedly, he understood the commands and had no idea how to follow them, how to voice exactly what he was feeling. "Please, please, Poe- I need it, I need you, please, I need it- I'm sorry, Poe, please, please- I need you-" He didn't want to beg, didn't want any of this. But his back arched, trying to fuck himself on the fingers. "Please, please, please-"

It made the blood pound in Poe’s ears, full of dark victory. He could have spent more time prepping Finn, but neither of them wanted that. Instead he haphazardly poured lube onto his aching cock and then lined himself up against him. With a ragged groan that sounded almost like a growl, he pushed himself deep inside with a single, brutal thrust, and nearly came from that alone.

He swore, head rolling back as he began to move, fucking Finn hard and deep as his strokes on the man’s cock resumed, a desperate feral edge to them. Poe fucked him hard into the bunk, the whole thing creaking under the weight.

“Fuck— Finn— Finn—“

Finn cried out silently, mind completely checking out when Poe pushed into him all at once. His shoulders tensed, arching back like he was debating whether he should crawl away or curl around him. It hurt and it was everything he wanted. Poe felt perfect inside him, already moving sharp and hard and deep.

He could hear a voice - his voice - from far away, moaning and babbling, begging. "Yes, please, Poe, yes-" He was so close to that edge of darkness again, so close, and he wanted to go over it with him. "-come inside me, you promised-"

Dimly, he knew he would have liked to make this last longer. But despite himself he heard the reminder like a command, and between that and days worth of edging himself, he couldn’t resist it.

He roared as he came, brutally pistoning deep inside Finn’s body, each wave of pleasure slamming through like like a lightning bolt. He was babbling Finn’s name as he came harder than he ever had in his life, his whole body shaking and vibrating with the intensity.

It was like Poe had become a part of him, and his orgasm shaking through him surged right into Finn. It could have been the loss of control or the searing heat deep inside of him or just the mere thought of getting fucked like this when he had never wanted it in the first place.

Whatever it was, Finn was over the edge and back into the darkness. Outwardly, he came with a loud cry, his whole body singing, his limbs trembling and gripping into anything. He was so much deeper than last time, every nerve he had firing in rapid succession even as he, eventually, started to come down from it.

But he was still deep in that dark place, feeling as if he could never leave now.

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