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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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"That's not - that's not your job," Poe said, but he sounded more confused than anything.

Confused and scared.

He was not used to his own reactions coming out of nowhere.

He felt a little queasy and took a step back, the realisation washing over him.

"I can't do this. I don't know how to do this, Finn-- You shouldn't trust me--"

"That's all right. You're okay." This was too soon for him. For them both, really, but Finn had thought he was the only one.

He stepped forward despite feeling like Poe was recoiling from him. Yeah, he was messed up, but for some stupid reason, he was desperate to not lose Poe like this. So he tried to step close, tried to rest his hands on Poe's arms.

"I do trust you, but we don't have to do this. We can go slower or try again later or never do this at all, okay? But I trust you and I know we can both learn."

He didn't stop him, though the touch made it all too clear that Poe was practically quivering with pent up energy.

"It's driving me crazy," He admitted in a hushed whisper. "I do want it. Of course I do. I can barely-- I can barely control it, I want it so badly." He swallowed. "But the things I want to do to you, I--"

He faltered, and his cock was straining in his trousers, nearly tenting them.

"I don't know if these are the things I want or if it's- if it's what I was trained to want."

Yeah... Yeah, Finn was starting to understand that far too well. He glanced down to Poe's chest and was silent for a moment, wondering if they really should just call this whole thing off. But would they just be stuck like this forever if he did?

"Tell me exactly what you want." Discussion, compromise- That had to be the way to handle this.

He swallowed, leaning forward a little to press their foreheads together.

“For a few minutes, I want to be the only thing that exists in your universe,” he whispered quietly. “I want everything else to fall away when we’re together until all you feel is pleasure. I want you to love me more than anything, I want to be with you every moment.” He let out a shaky breathe. “That’s what I really want.” Tentatively, he raised a hand, fingers grazing Finn’s jaw gently.

“And I almost destroyed that completely. So I don’t— I don’t want to tell you what’s going through my head right now, Finn. Because I’m pretty sure you won’t love me if I do.”

Finn was wrong, then. They both wanted more.

His heart ached for Poe, wanting to be closer to him and not at all sure how to do it without breaking everything. If anyone was going to ruin stuff, Finn felt it was going to be him. Yes, Poe had... scared him, but it was almost like he didn't know a better way. So it was Finn's fault, wasn't it?

He closed his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip. "What happened before? On the ship... It scared me, but I- I liked it, parts of it. I did. And for all that I was scared, I'm still here now. I want those same things, Poe. I want it so much-" But it had to be earned. He couldn't just flip a switch on himself.

"Whatever you want-... Just because you want something doesn't mean you'll do it, especially if you're this worried. That's why we talk, figure out what we both want. But whatever you're thinking-... Just because you're thinking it doesn't mean I'm walking away. It's going to take a lot more than that for me to leave at this point, okay? I'm here."

Poe's heart was racing, his throat fluttering with his pulse.

Talk it through. Talk about what you want.

It was terrifying, the concept of being rejected, but the idea of losing Finn was so much worse. He had to try. Even if it didn't make sense, he had to try.

"Okay," he whispered, a nervous edge to his voice. "Just don't - just don't blame me, for my thoughts. Because I'm not doing it, Finn. I want to - I want to so badly I can taste it - but I'm not. So don't- don't pull away from me."

The fingers on Finn's jaw slipped down touching Finn's throat instead.

"I want to put my hand around your neck and choke you - not enough to hurt, just enough to make everything around you sharp, to make every breath sweeter than the last. I want to hold you like that against the wall and force myself inside of you, I want to fuck your throat and make you drink my seed. I want to press my fingers inside of you and milk your prostate until you're just about to come, over and over, but keep pulling off right before you find your release, until you're begging for it. I want to bed you over the bulkhead and fuck you so raw that you're crying as you thank me, as you finally come all over yourself, the pleasure so intense that it nearly blinds you."

Oh. Oh, fuck.

He wanted it.

But they- Finn glanced down between them, his pulse racing, but still not pulling away from Poe. What he described would certainly put Finn under fast, and that's what he wanted most of all. But he didn't want to be fucked like that again and he didn't want to beg Poe for it like last time.

It was different, though. Last time, they agreed to something and didn't stick with it. This time, they could stay with the script the whole way through. So it wasn't bad, right? If Finn agreed to it? But he was bending all of his own rules for Poe, who wasn't trying to change at all for him.

But he was, though. They were talking about it. He was waiting for Finn to agree. That was progress? For anyone else, no, but it was a lot of progress for Poe. And he'd been doing so well. Finn wanted to reinforce how good it could be if they just talked, so why take the rest slow? Why not just give in to what they both wanted from the start?

He was making excuses, he knew. What Finn should do is back up and start compromising things, meet him halfway on his desires instead of going in completely. But deep down, he knew whatever they did, Poe would force the rest on him, anyway. In that state, Finn would want him to. It was easier to- Fuck, what were they doing?

Finn's eyes, blown wide, glanced quickly around the room. If they did this, Finn was going to be loud and drowning for the rest of the day. "Not here," he said after a long silence, finally letting out a breath. "Your bunk. But-"

He held Poe's hands tight, keeping him from going anywhere just yet. "Leave my hands free. If I tap you twice, slow down and give me a second. If I- I don't know- If I pinch you, stop. Okay? If I can talk and I want you to take it slower, I'll say-" Uhhhhhhhh- Fuck, he couldn't think about this shit right- "Starkiller. I'll say Starkiller, okay?"

If he had a safety net, it would be nothing at all. Right?

He had been expecting revulsion. A flat, absolute no. He’d been preparing himself to deal with it, for Finn. He’d deal with it. It’d be fine, he’d find some other way—

Not here, Finn says. Your bunk. The shock is only barely mitigated by the sudden surge of arousal, his blood thumping hotly south, his pupils dilating. It gets a little harder to breathe, a little harder to restrain himself:

“You said no penetration,” he reminds him, though his tone is hopeful rather than reprimanding. Of course he wants Finn to change his mind. Expects him to. But if he agreed to everything before it happened...

He just wanted Finn to be happy. To want him. To need him. He could resist, and he could wait, if that small courtesy tied Finn to him forever.

"I know," and he mentally congratulated Poe for even saying it. Still, Finn shifted in place, almost uncomfortable in his own skin.

"I know what I said, but... we both want this. We've been going slow and we still can. This doesn't mean we have to do it all the time, just- just some times. Just for now." He sucked on his bottom lip, clearly conflicted, before looking at Poe again. "I want us both to be happy. We both do. So the rest is easy, right? We're making it difficult."

Right?

Poe was trying to think straight about it. He was. But it was like telling an addict that it would be okay to binge for a night, and even if he wanted to poke holes in the logic, he couldn't. Instead he just swallowed.

"I'll give you what you want," He promised, his voice ducking a little low. "Starkiller ends it."

He had been listening to the safeword talk, he just. Was focused on the more important part of this.

We both want this.

He was scared. They shouldn't do this if he's scared. After all, he just agreed for Poe to choke him. Without their past experiences, the idea alone would be hot, but knowing that Poe might not stop if-

No, he would stop. He hadn't actually hurt Finn. That had just been the dreams. He wanted them to be happy, just like Finn wanted. So long as they talked and agreed on things, it would be fine...

Finn swallowed hard and took Poe's hand, intending to lead the way out of this room and to Poe's bunk. And no, he didn't care who saw them, but hopefully, everyone would be working or in the mess.

Poe's whole body was practically humming with energy as he clasped Finn's hand tighter, letting him lead him on.

He should be the one leading, probably, but he was so side tracked by the phrase 'We both want this' that he didn't even consider that he was slipping in his role. He just needed this so badly that he let Finn lead him on like a puppy.

Luckily, no one saw them, let alone stopped them, and soon they were at Poe's door. He paused, his hand hovering over the pad, before he shot a glance at Finn.

"We both want this."

It was a statement, but there was a question in it - a request for confirmation. He didn't open the door. He just waited. Wanting his cue.

Because as soon as that door was open he was going to give Finn everything he needed.

His heart was hammering so hard he could almost feel his teeth vibrate with the pulse. This was his only real moment. He had to believe that Poe would listen to their safe words, but there wasn't a whole lot of coming back from just this.

But though he was scared and nervous, he couldn't keep denying some things to himself. "I want this," he replied hoarsely. 'Don't hurt me' was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. He was being ridiculous. Poe wasn't the dreams. He'd never hurt him.

Poe sucked in a breath, feeling like someone was releasing a chain around his neck, and he surged forward, there in the hallway, and stole a deep, longing kiss. He tore away after a couple of seconds, and hit the button for the door, pulling Finn inside.

The door closed.

It wasn't even a second later before Poe had his hand around Finn's throat and was pushing him up hard against the wall to take another, brutal kiss. He pressed their bodies flush together as his hand's grip on Finn's throat tightened - but like he promised, it never quite edged to pain.

"You want this," he whispered, as his free hand started roughly pulling open Finn's clothes.

He hadn't expected Poe to be so fast about it, and his training plus instinct kicked in for a second. His hands gripped hard at the wrist, only barely stopping himself from fighting back.

No matter how fast or rough it was, this was what he'd agreed to. He'd just... forgotten about the rough part. Not being able to breathe, a hand suddenly wrapped around his throat- It was difficult to concentrate on the pleasure rather than the panic.

He didn't want to call it so soon, though. He wanted to try. If he could just find that darkness to slip into, but it wasn't coming for him. Vainly, he tried to gasp Poe's name, needing... something. Anything to take him under before this got worse.

He heard his name, and Poe groaned - hearing it like a plea, more than anything else. He hadn't quite got Finn's clothes off, yet, but he was impatient, and so just pushed his hands down Finn's trousers, grinding his palm against the man's cock. He wasn't as hard as he'd been outside, but it was fine - Poe would get him going again. He ducked his head, moving his hand just enough so that he could mouth at Finn's neck, teeth grazing his throat but never biting down.

The pressure of his grip released just enough so that Finn could speak properly.

He wanted to be able to hear that plea, again.

Just when he thought it was going to be far too much, Poe released him. Finn gasped for air but didn't find the need to cough. It hadn't even hurt.

He tried to use the second that he knew was short to center himself. He needed to trust Poe more than this, just let himself go. The hand on his cock, once he finally registered its presence after his panic, was helping. It made all of this feel good in that worst way. But Poe was giving him pleasure. Poe was giving him what he said he wanted.

"Poe-" He needed to find that darkness but he had no idea how. His eyes were shut tight, chest moving rapidly, and mouth open. He just... needed Poe to help him find it.

“Touch me,” Poe demanded, pressing a rough kiss against Finn’s neck as he started to stroke his cock aggressively. He pressed forward, shoving his groin to Finn’s hip.

“I’m so hard, Finn— touch me, see how much I want you, how fully I’m going to claim you—“

This- Yes, this was something he could do. It's what he wanted to do, to give Poe a little of the pleasure in return, make it a joint effort instead of just feeling used.

He whimpered from the hand shuttling over his cock, pushing his hips against Poe's. His breath was stuttering, waiting for the hand to clamp down on him again without knowing when. But this was Poe giving him a second, and he was grateful for it.

Though his hand fumbled, everything going faster than he could keep up with, he did find Poe's cock. He gripped the hard length beneath fabric before his hand started trying to figure out how to get to him. At the same time, his mind was screaming, wondering exactly what the hell he thought he was doing. But this already felt good and he trusted Poe, so it didn't matter. He trusted Poe. Poe was going to take care of him. It was the only way to destroy his nightmares.

But he was getting frustrated and anxious for not being able to get to his cock like this. "Please-" Instead, his hand wrapped around the outline, trying to give back.

He caught the problem pretty quickly, and was too horny to be frustrated about it. Instead he just let go of Finn’s cock for a second in order to pull his out of his pants - still leaving his clothes on, before grabbing Finn’s again.

“I’m going to make you suck on it, Finn,” he growled, teeth grazing his neck. “I’m going to grab you by the throat and push you down and then feed you my cock. You want it. Don’t you. Tell me how hungry you are for it—“

He whined when Poe took his hand away and sighed when he came back. A steady stream of pleasure, of usefulness- Yes, that's what he needed. And now he had his fist around Poe's cock, trying to move in the same rhythm Poe had built.

He was still very aware of everything, though, not drowning yet but at least he could feel it now. Their next step, what Poe wanted him to do, would get him there fast. After all, it worked last time in practically an instant. This time would be... better. It would be better, he could tell. Knowing that Poe wanted something done to him that Finn could provide already made it better, rather than last time when he was just apparently humoring him.

"I want it," he gasped, repeating himself. He gulped, his Adam's apple brushing over Poe's hand and making his cock twitch. Lightly, he pushed against all of the pressure Poe had on his body, just to see what he'd do, if anything. "Please, Poe. I can do it. I'll make it good. I want it."

This type of begging was different, he told himself. It was different... somehow.

He could feel Finn press against him, and he stepped closer into it, pressing back, his grip tightening around Finn's throat as his breath started getting a little faster. Damn it. Damn it, he already wanted to fuck Finn senseless, but he'd told him what he was going to do, and he was going to stick to it.

He pulled back just far enough to be able to push Finn down roughly to his knees, before pulling up his cock and pressing the head to Finn's lips, a hungry light in his eye.

"Show me," he demanded. "Suck my cock like it's the only thing you've ever wanted."

His lips were trying to gasp for air in vain when Poe released him and pushed him to the floor, leaving him a little dazed. So much so that he only sort of heard the command but definitely saw the cock in front of his face. Remembering their plan, Finn grabbed at Poe's thighs and quickly got his mouth around the head.

At this point, he couldn't really tell if he was drowning or not. He just wanted to be, if that even made sense. Trying to chase it, he pressed Poe's blunt cock against his gag reflex a couple of times before getting it down his throat. That couldn't last, though, not with him doing it. Instinct made him pull away to breathe. On another level, he wondered if this counted as teasing, if Poe would force him anyway.

When he realized that he wanted to be forced, that this whole thing was about agreeing to be forced, he nearly pulled off completely in a panic. But he stayed calm, knowing that this was... okay in some messed up sense... Maybe he was drowning already.

Poe's hand came to rest around the back of Finn's head, and for a few strokes, he just let it happen. He moaned as he felt Finn swallow around his cock, his fingers curling, fingernails scraping into scalp--

But then he couldn't help himself, his hips thrusting forward ever so slightly every time Finn swallowed around him, the head at the back of his head pushing Finn further onto his cock, forcing him to take it deeper--

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