[ He doesn't think he's ever made it a secret, the fact that this is all so new for him — and that includes any sense of physical intimacy. Even if he'd never shied away from giving Poe hugs, or clasping Rey's hand in his own, it doesn't change the fact that he hadn't had a chance to grow up in a place where any of that was even encouraged, let alone welcomed. The thought of doing more — it's not like he doesn't have curiosity about it, and he definitely isn't lacking in interest, and all of that likely flares across the bond the longer they touch, which seems to be happening more and more without interruption now.
And Finn's not going to want to stop, either, the first lingering kiss between them alighting his senses in the way where he's realizing he's hungry for more, especially when Poe's tongue gently urges against his mouth and makes a corresponding tendril of heat coil at the base of his spine. ]
You mean just... with the kissing. [ As a place to start, that is, and he still can't really get over the fact that Poe's smiling like that, warm and gentle, at him, so close that he can see every angle of features that he's never really gotten to study like this before.
He doesn't fight it, when Poe collects his hand and leads it for that press, and he instinctively spreads his fingers, nudging his palm directly against Poe's chest, feeling the steady thrum of a heart beating underneath. ] I keep waiting for this to feel strange. Like... we've been friends for so long. Shouldn't it be strange?
[ Poe hums an agreement at first, distracted with his current preoccupation of pressing a lighter kiss to the corner of Finn's mouth. If this was just about seduction, if he was kissing anyone else, it would be different, but he's not dwelling on that. His attention is much better spent gently exploring Finn's reactions to those touches and light teases of tongue and teeth, giving him a chance to feel it all out too. For once he doesn't know exactly where this will leave them, here in this bunk specifically or in general, but it's not a bad kind of uncertainty. ]
It doesn't have to be. [ Now that he's left Finn's mouth for the time being he's just going to try kissing in other easily accessible places. Down from Finn's mouth to his jawline, all the way back toward his ear, and — assuming that goes over well — down to his neck, still slow and warm and affectionate. It's almost, but not exactly, like when he was exploring things himself as a teenager. He's got a lot more self control now than he did then, not that he would have pushed too hard no matter how many raging teenage hormones he was dealing with at the time. ] Sometimes friends get closer.
[ Metaphorically and more literally. Maybe he hasn't tried more than an occasional, off-handed attempt at flirtation and held his tongue when he was a little too tempted to make suggestions before, but any potential sexual tension aside they've barely been apart from each other since they met. While being thrown together into the same shrinking rebellion would do that, obviously, Poe wouldn't have let him go even if there were still a lot more people with them.
He does eventually pause, skimming his tongue over his lips, if just to give Finn a chance to catch his breath a bit. ]
We can do more than the kissing. But only if and when you want that too.
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And Finn's not going to want to stop, either, the first lingering kiss between them alighting his senses in the way where he's realizing he's hungry for more, especially when Poe's tongue gently urges against his mouth and makes a corresponding tendril of heat coil at the base of his spine. ]
You mean just... with the kissing. [ As a place to start, that is, and he still can't really get over the fact that Poe's smiling like that, warm and gentle, at him, so close that he can see every angle of features that he's never really gotten to study like this before.
He doesn't fight it, when Poe collects his hand and leads it for that press, and he instinctively spreads his fingers, nudging his palm directly against Poe's chest, feeling the steady thrum of a heart beating underneath. ] I keep waiting for this to feel strange. Like... we've been friends for so long. Shouldn't it be strange?
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It doesn't have to be. [ Now that he's left Finn's mouth for the time being he's just going to try kissing in other easily accessible places. Down from Finn's mouth to his jawline, all the way back toward his ear, and — assuming that goes over well — down to his neck, still slow and warm and affectionate. It's almost, but not exactly, like when he was exploring things himself as a teenager. He's got a lot more self control now than he did then, not that he would have pushed too hard no matter how many raging teenage hormones he was dealing with at the time. ] Sometimes friends get closer.
[ Metaphorically and more literally. Maybe he hasn't tried more than an occasional, off-handed attempt at flirtation and held his tongue when he was a little too tempted to make suggestions before, but any potential sexual tension aside they've barely been apart from each other since they met. While being thrown together into the same shrinking rebellion would do that, obviously, Poe wouldn't have let him go even if there were still a lot more people with them.
He does eventually pause, skimming his tongue over his lips, if just to give Finn a chance to catch his breath a bit. ]
We can do more than the kissing. But only if and when you want that too.