lina_musebox

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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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“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--

Finn choked and moaned against the force, finally going under. He swallowed as best he could, trying to keep up with Poe's pace and make it as good as possible, trying to ignore his stinging eyes. It was from lack of oxygen, he knew, but it still- He didn't think about it.

All he could think about anymore was chasing pleasure, opening his throat fully for Poe to do as he would. Poe would take care of him, let him breathe between thrusts. He knew he'd be okay. His knees moved further apart, only half for support. His cock was throbbing, but he didn't dare touch himself, not with Poe's promises still fresh in his mind.

Poe did take care of him, but it was only ever right at the edge where it felt like it would be too much - when Finn's lungs started to burn, and Poe would pull himself nearly all the way out.

"Fuck, you're hot," He muttered, his eyes alight with a dark need, give Finn a couple of breaths before thrusting deep back into his throat. "I knew you wanted this. I knew it. Such a fucking-- dirty little slut--" He was muttering it dark and lowly, almost to himself rather than to Finn, the light glinting in his eyes. "How badly do you want me to fuck you, Finn? Moan for me--"

He wasn't sure how he felt about the words, what Poe thought of him. But his cock trobbed again at the image it put in Finn's head, so...

He moaned, wanting it bad, pushing his head down Poe's cock further to try and show him. He did want it. He could make it good for both of them. This would be good for both of them, he knew. All he wanted was Poe.

"Fuck--" Poe whispered, but then abruptly pulled himself out. "I know what I said about coming in your throat but I changed my mind." He pulled Finn roughly up, again, and started dragging him to the bed.

"All of this. Off. Now. I'm going to edge you so hard you're going to see stars when you finally come."

Finn was roughly pulled to his feet before trying to lock himself in place. That- He didn't want that. He agreed to everything except that. It would feel good, and he felt ridiculous for not wanting something that would feel so good, but he wanted this to be about Poe. It would be better that way.

The dread came back again, something very wrong happening here even if he couldn't really put it to words. Whatever it was, he hated the feeling, but Poe was pulling hard and getting them closer to the bed.

"Wait, we- I-" Safe words. There were safe words. Should he use them, though? Nothing was actually wrong, right?

Finn's faltered grated somewhere at the back of his mind and he visibly faltered - clearly wanting to continue what he was doing. But he was trying. Force, was he trying.

"Wait for what," He managed to grind out as he pushed Finn up onto the bed.

"Wait for what, Finn?"

Finn fell back on to the bed, still clothed and unsure of himself. For a split-second, he considered just not responding and letting this happen again. But it was the again part that was tripping him up. He didn't want this, obviously, but he could hardly understand why.

It took him a pause to try speaking again. "We- We talk about-" But that was as far as he could get. They had talked about it, set boundaries, and Poe was steamrolling right over the whole thing.

Finn already knew he was going to let him. It hadn't even happened yet and it was all his fault.

Poe climbed up on top of him, braced above, his cock out and flushed and angry, glistening with need and twitching with Poe's every breath. He was fighting, though. He was so clearly fighting, and getting intensely frustrated by it.

"Talk, then," He bit out, the muscles in his arms delineating sharply from the sheer effort of restraint.

"Talk, before I tear those clothes off you myself."

It was an image straight out of his nightmares. Finn didn't know how to answer. There wasn't an answer that Poe would accept. He should use their safeword and stop this, fight back somehow. If he didn't, then all he had to blame was himself.

Between not wanting to disappoint Poe again and the fear that he wouldn't stop anyway, his voice stuck in his throat. He shook his head instead, heart pounding against his ribcage.

He could do this. It'd be fine.

Poe reached down, grabbing Finn's shirt and tugging it roughly, bunching it in his hand until his knuckles went white.

But his expression twisted into something frustrated and pained, and finally he just let go, pulling right off him and off the bed, taking several steps back as he swore.

"Damn it. Damn it. What did I do? Why are you looking at me like that?"

But he refused to get any closer, slumping down against the far wall instead and putting his head in his hands, fingers curling tightly against his scalp.

Finn watched him back off with wide eyes, before slumping against the bed himself. He didn't answer, though. His hands pressed into his eyes until all he could see were bursts of white. When he stopped that, the shaking set in.

Without anything else to focus on, he was unraveling. So long as he kept breathing, though, it'd be okay. Probably-... Probably shouldn't stay on the bed, though.

"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, trembling, but he finally pushed himself off the bed to lean against the wall. His weight couldn't really hold him right now, and he just slumped down to the floor. Still not the safest position. "I'm sorry. I should have said- should have called it off sooner. It's not your fault."

His fingers curled tighter, nails biting into scalp as he forced himself to breathe. Forced his eyes to close.

He couldn't even figure out what he'd done, but the fact that it was so clear that he'd done it was killing him.

He didn't say anything for several long seconds, and then, abruptly:

"I should go."

He got up, shoving his still-hard cock back into his pants with a curse.

Clearly, he couldn't be trusted to be near Finn. Not if he couldn't even tell when he was doing something wrong.

"No-" He couldn't be alone right now, couldn't let things stop like that. They had to talk. Or, at the very least, Poe had to know that he wasn't alone. They were both fucked up now. He was right from the start. They were together through all of this.

But as much as he wanted to crawl into a hole right now, Finn really didn't want to be alone. He needed reassurance to know that what he was afraid of wasn't Poe. So his hand was stretched out to him, lacking the conviction to actually get up.

"Wait, you don't- Not right now."

He didn't reach for the hand - didn't trust himself to - and instead just looked at it while the emotions warred on his face.

"I refuse to do this to you," He finally said, eventually, his voice almost trembling with its intensity. "I refuse to break you. And if that means - Finn, if that means I shouldn't be anywhere near you, then I shouldn't be anywhere near you."

But he couldn't get himself to actually leave, either, so.

His hand curled in, pulling away to his chest. He had to swallow hard to make his voice even sort of level and it still wavered when he spoke. "If you don't want to, then you won't. We can do this.

"Just... not right now. Not today, all right? We'll figure it out." Just as soon as Finn could think again.

Poe scrubbed his face agressively and sunk back down against the opposite wall, pulling his knees up to his chest. He was still painfully aroused, he could barely think around it, but he refused to hurt Finn. He refused.

"I don't know what I doing," He admitted, his voice low and rough as he buried his face in his hands. "I don't know when I'm doing the right thing or the wrong thing unless I'm in a fucking cockpit. I should just - I should just never leave it."

Finn shook his head but didn't know how to comfort Poe, not when he was still shaking like this. His limbs pulled tight together, wishing they could be closer but also knowing that wouldn't be a good idea for either of them right now.

"That's not true," he said sharply even though it still wavered. "I don't know what I'm doing either. If I knew, you wouldn't... feel like this."

But if he didn't know then-... "Maybe we need to talk to someone. Both of us. Someone who... knows what the hell we're supposed to do." If it was both of them, together, he could ensure that no one misunderstood. He could make sure no one allowed Poe to get in trouble.

Or that's how it was working in his mind right now, as distant as he was.

"Who the hell would we even talk to." Muttered into his hands before he pulled them down and bunched them behind his knees.

"No one's going to let me near you, Finn. And they shouldn't. If anyone finds out about me, they'll ground me. I have to stay quiet." The words had the strange tenor of not quite being his. Words he had been forced to repeat until they sounded like his own.

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