[ dammit, he wasn't going to ask. that was not part of the plan. but at least in text it sounds casual? ]
Good to know. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything important.
[ except he absolutely would, but that's not the point. the point is that the angle's changed on the next picture to a more downward tilt, the shirt is nowhere to be seen, and for some reason, his pants are unbuttoned ]
maybe that's all it is. even if it wasn't, it's not like he could hold it against Finn to find other things while he was here alone, he would have done the same. he can't even explain why it should get under his skin at all, and it's kind of annoying that it does somehow anyway
it's much better not to dwell on it. instead- ]
Well I happen to know of someone who's looking. If you need ideas.
And no, I wasn't. I wasn't gonna show this to anyone else either.
[ finn knows where this is going now, doesn't he? poe's hand is in view on the next one, having pushed unbuttoned and unzipped pants just far enough down his hips that he can palm over an obvious bulge that's only covered with a very thin layer of fabric at this point ]
[ he doesn't need ideas, not really; what he hasn't mentioned yet is that the list of people he's considering is basically down to just one, but he hasn't figured out a way to broach the subject, even if it should be easy.
he'd signed with raven easily enough, hadn't he? and yet somehow this feels different. ]
Oh.
[ kriff, it's unfair what that does to him already, a spike of arousal hitting him low in his belly while his mouth practically starts to water at the sight of poe's hand cupping around that hard ridge. ] Looks like you might need someone to take care of that for you.
[ why stick to pictures when there's an easy video option instead? there's a lot he can say about the lacking technology here, but this might be one thing they're decent at. he can show Finn exactly what this looks like in detail, so he see those lazy, teasing strokes in real time, and how each one seems to make that bulge even more pronounced and defined. to say nothing of the sound of poe's breath, heavy, slow and even and catching on a low sound of pleasure here and there ]
That would be better than taking care of it myself.
[ can finn blame him for being distracted from talk about contracts? they can talk about that later, unless he insists otherwise. poe's clearly happy to focus on this instead ]
[ okay, it's almost unfair that poe has to look at his face while he's reacting to that moving image in front of him, hear those sounds — because he can hear them, really hear them, and he's forced to swallow hard, blinking down at the screen for a few seconds. when he manages anything, his voice is slightly hoarse. ]
What are you doing.
[ that's not the right question, and it doesn't even leave him like one. of course he knows what poe's doing, but he needs to know what poe's reasoning is. wants to hear exactly why he decided now was the right time to tease him like this. ]
[ it's said with a light, relaxed laugh, the kind that's been almost unheard of back home lately. he can't help it, even when it's just finn's face and voice, knowing that he's here, never far away, does so much to settle him in a place where otherwise it would be hard to let his guard down at all.
his fingers are still working with slow, deliberate motions, much slower than he would be doing if this was just about relieving some tension on his own. this isn't at all about getting himself off, though that could very well happen in the process ]
I've been thinking about you. It's kinda hard to stop, actually.
[ and he swallows again, tongue snaking out to wet between his lips; poe hasn't even slipped any more layers off and just those slow, purposeful strokes of his fingers through the fabric of his underwear is, well —
it's getting him hard too, to put it bluntly. not that that's anything poe can probably discern based on where the camera on his own phone is pointing. ]
Really? Just — what have you been thinking about? [ he's trying to sound casual. he probably doesn't. ]
[ to be entirely fair, finn did say he wasn't doing anything important
poe doesn't necessarily need to see what's going on in finn's pants to know that he's getting turned on. he wouldn't object to seeing it, all the same, but then again he wouldn't complain if finn just decided to come over to the apartment to see this in person either. otherwise he'll keep this up, literally, his device popped up on the couch at a good angle to capture the expanse of his bare chest and the way his fingers ease his erection out from under that last layer of fabric ]
Specifically? [ he makes a thoughtful hum ] Your smile. Your lips. The way you smell when you've been working in the garage for a few hours. How good you taste when I kiss you after you've sucked me off. You know, a lot of things.
[ it's a whisper of his name that has no sound, and finn scrubs a hand over his jaw before curving his fingers into a fist, one that inevitably slips down to rest by his side as he slumps into the nearest chair he can find.
he's at his own place, thankfully, and he hasn't been assigned a roommate since he moved back in, so he knows there's no chance of anyone walking in on him unexpectedly. it would be so easy for him to slip a hand inside his pants, to free himself, to work his hand around himself at a pace that matches poe's hand — but the temptation to be there is strong too. ]
You like kissing me after? [ he realizes poe wouldn't do it unless he liked it, and he has done that a lot. kriffing hell, his mouth is filled with the spit he has to swallow down, spit he could leave on poe's cock if he was kneeling in front of him right now. ] Do you touch yourself while you think about it?
[ poe recognizes the background, which puts finn about as far away as he ever can be in this city, which is maybe a little disappointing, but still. there's nothing wrong with doing this so that he's wound up for later, whether that means him making the trip to the Up or him heading Down instead. where doesn't matter. it never did ]
Mm, of course I do.
[ finn can refrain from touching himself if he wants to, but poe will take it as a challenge to see just how far he can push before finn gives in. his cock is almost fully erect now, thick and hard in the loose grip of his fingers as he gives it several more slow, lazy strokes ]
Just like this, in bed whenever you're not here, or when I'm in the shower. [ that's a thought that has him exhaling a heavier sigh that's as much about the mental image as it is about the way he's touching himself ] You'd look so good on your knees there with my cock in your mouth, with the water streaming down over you, you know that?
[ he groans, jaw clenching with the effort it takes to hold that in even though he knows he doesn't have to hold anything back at this point; they've been doing this long enough, not even over the course of that many weeks, but more times within that span than he can put a number to anymore, that poe's already seen all of his more obvious reactions, how he looks when he's turned on.
and yet sometimes, he can't help but deny himself a little, really let himself feel the arousal sink into his body until he's more desperate to be touched, even if he's the only one around to do that. ]
Guess if I smell a little too much like the garage, you could just haul me in there. [ it's a helpful suggestion, right? he thinks he's being pretty helpful, and the visual makes him draw in another breath, sharp and sudden. ] You look so kriffing good right now.
[ poe's eyes flick back toward the view he has of finn's face when he makes those noises, a shamelessly pleased curve to his lips settling in at both the wordless appreciation and the outright praise. as confident as he is, it would be hard to argue that he doesn't bask in it, eagerly soaking in that admiration when it's coming from finn like this. and of course it's only going to encourage him to do more, carefully shifting on the couch to try to offer a better view as he tightens his grip, letting out a soft groan of his own as pre-come smears across his thumb ]
I'm gonna haul you in there whether you need it or not.
[ he's going to need it, at the very least
that smile takes on the edge of a smirk, still as warm as ever but possibly also a little devious ]
Are you waiting for me to tell you what to do? Or am I just making you watch me get off?
[ at some point, he realizes, sitting in the chair isn't going to be enough for this, and poe might not be distracted enough to notice that the field of view is shifting on finn's end of the video link as he gets up and walks over to the small single bed, sliding onto it to prop himself back against the pillows with the phone still in his hand.
and it hasn't even occurred to him to ask that poe take control like that, delivering instruction to him rather than simply relaying all of the fantasies he's been having lately on his end, but something in that question makes him breathe out slowly, a gradual exhale through his nose before he nods. ]
Yeah. You should. [ and then, because he figures he should clarify: ] You should tell me what to do. What you want to watch me do for you.
[ he's learned that finn appreciates a certain amount of fond but firm guidance, and it's a balance he feels that he can hit just right, even though this is relatively new territory for him. he's taken charge before, sure, both in words and action, he gets off on it, but with someone he cares this deeply for, someone he wants this much? no, and that changes things. so yeah, he'll take control of this, all with his words alone for now, because finn trusts him, and poe won't let him down, not with this, not with anything
his soft noise of approval is as much about that surrender as it is the fingers that are gripping around his arousal. his hand's barely moving now, which means drawing things out a little as well as giving finn a really good look at it. and this time that's all he can do, since he can't touch it or sit on it or suck it into his mouth ]
Unbutton your pants. I want you to take your cock out for me. Show me how bad you want it.
[ will this really take the edge off, or just make them even more eager to to rip each other's clothes off later? poe's looking forward to finding out ]
[ there's an added component to this because it's poe, someone who he cares so intensely about that sometimes he's bowled over just by the strength of his own feelings; he doesn't even like to think about anything happening to him now after what's transpired between them, but he can push that all to the side in favor of this, hot and spontaneous and laden with a bit of quiet dominance on poe's end.
in some ways, it seems like they might have always been working naturally towards this — finn likes taking orders and poe's got plenty of instinct to give them, and really, it's almost like he was waiting for this so he could free himself, that permission. it takes a second, though, and he sets the device down first while also flipping the direction the camera's facing, so that when he finally lifts it again poe can get an image of what he's looking at from his own perspective, the thickness of his cock as he slowly takes himself in hand with a groan that the speakers pick up on. ]
I used to imagine it was your hand on me. [ before poe was here, he means, giving a few more strokes for emphasis. ] Touching me. Taking me in your mouth. Or we'd be doing it together, at the same time, making each other come that way.
[ it could have been that finn was just too distracted to see to himself, caught up in the clearly unexpected moment despite the fact that poe feels that it was exceedingly obvious that this was where things were headed, but the more he's thought about it, the more he thinks that finn has, maybe subconsciously, been hoping that he would take the clear opportunity to steer things exactly the way he wants to. he does take to it quickly, and even if he's not saying outright that he likes it, every sound that he makes is a confirmation that it's scratching an itch, whether he knew he had it or not
of course poe's own noises are equally approving, especially when he does see finn's cock, hearing the groan in his voice as his fingers wrap around it, not at all shy or fumbling anymore. to say that he's pleased to have gotten this out of finn, teasing and coaxing him until he's just as deep into it as he is, would be something of an understatement. it's doing a lot for his own cock, hard and thick in his hand as he strokes it ]
We haven't done that together yet. [ he hums thoughtfully, easily imagining how that could work, either with him stretched out on the bed and finn on all fours over him or vice versa ] We should.
[ maybe later today ]
I wouldn't mind just sucking you off either, especially if I can get you to beg for it.
[ it makes him feel a little less self-conscious, maybe, that his face isn't necessarily in view anymore; he can steer poe's view to where his own hand is wrapped around his cock and watch the other man stroke himself at the same time and know he's close enough for poe to hear everything he's saying, every sound he's making amplified through the tiny speakers.
there's a beat, though, where his hand disappears from view and a brief noise of rummaging, and when it returns, there's an obvious palmful of lube that he slowly applies with more stroking, coating his shaft in it for a smoother, frictionless jerking as he breathes out another groan. ]
Yeah, we should. [ funnily enough, he's picturing it a slightly different way, both of them stretched out on their sides with faces buried against hips, hands smoothing over skin, audible sounds of suction and deep grunts as they work each other up. ]
If I didn't know any better — [ he chuckles a little, head falling back against the pillow as he guides his hand a little faster, listens to those slicker noises of his lube-enhanced grip. ] I'd say you like making me beg for it. But... I would. For any part of you I can get.
[ lube is a good idea. one that poe's been considering for a few minutes now, and he will, but he's taking this relatively slow himself for once. as much as finn might be enjoying himself with the view, as well as putting on one for his sake, it's safe to assume that finn will be waiting for him to come. probably without prompting, but poe will make sure to mention it ]
Only because I know you want to do it for me.
[ withholding anything from someone just to get a kick out of it, especially from someone he cares about, has never been his way, not that he needs to explain that to finn. on the other hand, working someone up to the point where they're hanging on the edge, willingly, so that the inevitable release is even more of a rush? that's entirely different. and it's not been hard to figure out that it's something finn would like to do. he just doesn't prefer to think of the implications with their respective designations.
but they do fit, don't they? ]
Not too fast. [ finn may be camera shy. poe isn't. he's tilting his head back until his face is in view at an angle, just so finn can see him lick his lips while palming over the now slicked tip of his own cock ] Are you thinking about what it would feel like if that was my tongue instead of your fingers?
[ he also knows that it wouldn't necessarily be anything too strict or controlling; there's always been a playful undertone in the times they've chosen to tease each other, held back for a little while longer just to intensify the inevitable, and he has no reason to think that future encounters would be any different. but he definitely gets off on someone else steering him through it and he figures poe's realized that by now.
he nods once, shakily, even though poe can't see it, and after a few hitches of his hand he eases up on his speed, obeying the instruction. ]
You know your mouth's incredible. [ maybe he doesn't, but finn's going to tell him anyway, letting his head fall back against the pillow with a quiet sigh. ] But now I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like while I'd do it to you. See just how much of it I could fit in my mouth. Feel the vibrations from your moaning around me.
[ poe's picked up on a lot of things about what finn likes over the past few weeks, probably more than he realizes. of course he would be paying close attention when he wants to make it as good for finn as it is for him. and it has been good. every bit of it. it's so easy to jump into new things, being able to rely on that trust between them, knowing that even if they try something that doesn't work, it won't ruin anything. they can laugh it off and move on to something else.
it just wouldn't be possible to get that intimate with each other without letting those feelings bleed through, even if he's trying to be a little more firm and dominating with finn, like he is now. it's a guiding touch, willingly followed, and that's all he wants out this ]
You are good at making me moan. It's not just because you're so good with your mouth, though you are, it's... [ he exhales a soft breath, and if finn's watching he'll see poe's lips, still wet and parted slightly as he reaches for lube himself, slicking up his fingers before he resumes stroking himself. finn's earned it, after all ] You really want my cock in your mouth. I can tell.
[ from the way his tongue's still moving, it's probably clear that finn's not the only one who wants something in his mouth ]
[ he does want it, he's already licking between the part of his lips where his breaths are spilling out, harsher even though he's slowed down on the pace of his own fingers at the moment — and when he glances to his own device he's going to try and match the speed poe sets for himself, but he's also picturing himself there, kneeling between the spread of the other man's legs, poe's hand resting on top of his head as he proceeds to suck him off with an unreserved abandon.
there's just so much he does want to do, and he's had a lot of time to think about it, but sometimes, when poe's around, all of the careful thinking he's been doing completely flies out of his head and he's just giving into what feels good, either letting poe steer them or the moment devolving into a more mutual one where they're tumbling into it together. ]
I need it. [ it's not just want, really, not when he's thinking about it this much, can practically smell the scent of poe's skin from here. ] Need you to use my mouth for this. [ but he's so far away right now. ] Not just my mouth, though. Anywhere. Everywhere. [ and being told how good he is would definitely go a long way. ]
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[ that reply comes after a long, long moment of staring, though. ]
I think that's a 10 for sure.
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[ skirting an awkward conversation or two there, isn't he? ]
I could send you a few more, if you want. If it's not too distracting. I'd be interested to hear your opinion on them.
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[ and if you're trying to make yourself as appealing for a contract as possible. ]
I'm not doing anything important. At least, nothing that can't wait.
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[ dammit, he wasn't going to ask. that was not part of the plan. but at least in text it sounds casual? ]
Good to know. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything important.
[ except he absolutely would, but that's not the point. the point is that the angle's changed on the next picture to a more downward tilt, the shirt is nowhere to be seen, and for some reason, his pants are unbuttoned ]
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[ and maybe ask someone specifically for one that he can’t legitimately ask now. but it’s a long, long time before he answers again. ]
You’re not planning on posting that one, are you?
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maybe that's all it is. even if it wasn't, it's not like he could hold it against Finn to find other things while he was here alone, he would have done the same. he can't even explain why it should get under his skin at all, and it's kind of annoying that it does somehow anyway
it's much better not to dwell on it. instead- ]
Well I happen to know of someone who's looking. If you need ideas.
And no, I wasn't. I wasn't gonna show this to anyone else either.
[ finn knows where this is going now, doesn't he? poe's hand is in view on the next one, having pushed unbuttoned and unzipped pants just far enough down his hips that he can palm over an obvious bulge that's only covered with a very thin layer of fabric at this point ]
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[ he doesn't need ideas, not really; what he hasn't mentioned yet is that the list of people he's considering is basically down to just one, but he hasn't figured out a way to broach the subject, even if it should be easy.
he'd signed with raven easily enough, hadn't he? and yet somehow this feels different. ]
Oh.
[ kriff, it's unfair what that does to him already, a spike of arousal hitting him low in his belly while his mouth practically starts to water at the sight of poe's hand cupping around that hard ridge. ] Looks like you might need someone to take care of that for you.
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That would be better than taking care of it myself.
[ can finn blame him for being distracted from talk about contracts? they can talk about that later, unless he insists otherwise. poe's clearly happy to focus on this instead ]
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What are you doing.
[ that's not the right question, and it doesn't even leave him like one. of course he knows what poe's doing, but he needs to know what poe's reasoning is. wants to hear exactly why he decided now was the right time to tease him like this. ]
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[ it's said with a light, relaxed laugh, the kind that's been almost unheard of back home lately. he can't help it, even when it's just finn's face and voice, knowing that he's here, never far away, does so much to settle him in a place where otherwise it would be hard to let his guard down at all.
his fingers are still working with slow, deliberate motions, much slower than he would be doing if this was just about relieving some tension on his own. this isn't at all about getting himself off, though that could very well happen in the process ]
I've been thinking about you. It's kinda hard to stop, actually.
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[ and he swallows again, tongue snaking out to wet between his lips; poe hasn't even slipped any more layers off and just those slow, purposeful strokes of his fingers through the fabric of his underwear is, well —
it's getting him hard too, to put it bluntly. not that that's anything poe can probably discern based on where the camera on his own phone is pointing. ]
Really? Just — what have you been thinking about? [ he's trying to sound casual. he probably doesn't. ]
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poe doesn't necessarily need to see what's going on in finn's pants to know that he's getting turned on. he wouldn't object to seeing it, all the same, but then again he wouldn't complain if finn just decided to come over to the apartment to see this in person either. otherwise he'll keep this up, literally, his device popped up on the couch at a good angle to capture the expanse of his bare chest and the way his fingers ease his erection out from under that last layer of fabric ]
Specifically? [ he makes a thoughtful hum ] Your smile. Your lips. The way you smell when you've been working in the garage for a few hours. How good you taste when I kiss you after you've sucked me off. You know, a lot of things.
[ He could keep going for a while. ]
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[ it's a whisper of his name that has no sound, and finn scrubs a hand over his jaw before curving his fingers into a fist, one that inevitably slips down to rest by his side as he slumps into the nearest chair he can find.
he's at his own place, thankfully, and he hasn't been assigned a roommate since he moved back in, so he knows there's no chance of anyone walking in on him unexpectedly. it would be so easy for him to slip a hand inside his pants, to free himself, to work his hand around himself at a pace that matches poe's hand — but the temptation to be there is strong too. ]
You like kissing me after? [ he realizes poe wouldn't do it unless he liked it, and he has done that a lot. kriffing hell, his mouth is filled with the spit he has to swallow down, spit he could leave on poe's cock if he was kneeling in front of him right now. ] Do you touch yourself while you think about it?
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Mm, of course I do.
[ finn can refrain from touching himself if he wants to, but poe will take it as a challenge to see just how far he can push before finn gives in. his cock is almost fully erect now, thick and hard in the loose grip of his fingers as he gives it several more slow, lazy strokes ]
Just like this, in bed whenever you're not here, or when I'm in the shower. [ that's a thought that has him exhaling a heavier sigh that's as much about the mental image as it is about the way he's touching himself ] You'd look so good on your knees there with my cock in your mouth, with the water streaming down over you, you know that?
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and yet sometimes, he can't help but deny himself a little, really let himself feel the arousal sink into his body until he's more desperate to be touched, even if he's the only one around to do that. ]
Guess if I smell a little too much like the garage, you could just haul me in there. [ it's a helpful suggestion, right? he thinks he's being pretty helpful, and the visual makes him draw in another breath, sharp and sudden. ] You look so kriffing good right now.
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I'm gonna haul you in there whether you need it or not.
[ he's going to need it, at the very least
that smile takes on the edge of a smirk, still as warm as ever but possibly also a little devious ]
Are you waiting for me to tell you what to do? Or am I just making you watch me get off?
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and it hasn't even occurred to him to ask that poe take control like that, delivering instruction to him rather than simply relaying all of the fantasies he's been having lately on his end, but something in that question makes him breathe out slowly, a gradual exhale through his nose before he nods. ]
Yeah. You should. [ and then, because he figures he should clarify: ] You should tell me what to do. What you want to watch me do for you.
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his soft noise of approval is as much about that surrender as it is the fingers that are gripping around his arousal. his hand's barely moving now, which means drawing things out a little as well as giving finn a really good look at it. and this time that's all he can do, since he can't touch it or sit on it or suck it into his mouth ]
Unbutton your pants. I want you to take your cock out for me. Show me how bad you want it.
[ will this really take the edge off, or just make them even more eager to to rip each other's clothes off later? poe's looking forward to finding out ]
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in some ways, it seems like they might have always been working naturally towards this — finn likes taking orders and poe's got plenty of instinct to give them, and really, it's almost like he was waiting for this so he could free himself, that permission. it takes a second, though, and he sets the device down first while also flipping the direction the camera's facing, so that when he finally lifts it again poe can get an image of what he's looking at from his own perspective, the thickness of his cock as he slowly takes himself in hand with a groan that the speakers pick up on. ]
I used to imagine it was your hand on me. [ before poe was here, he means, giving a few more strokes for emphasis. ] Touching me. Taking me in your mouth. Or we'd be doing it together, at the same time, making each other come that way.
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of course poe's own noises are equally approving, especially when he does see finn's cock, hearing the groan in his voice as his fingers wrap around it, not at all shy or fumbling anymore. to say that he's pleased to have gotten this out of finn, teasing and coaxing him until he's just as deep into it as he is, would be something of an understatement. it's doing a lot for his own cock, hard and thick in his hand as he strokes it ]
We haven't done that together yet. [ he hums thoughtfully, easily imagining how that could work, either with him stretched out on the bed and finn on all fours over him or vice versa ] We should.
[ maybe later today ]
I wouldn't mind just sucking you off either, especially if I can get you to beg for it.
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there's a beat, though, where his hand disappears from view and a brief noise of rummaging, and when it returns, there's an obvious palmful of lube that he slowly applies with more stroking, coating his shaft in it for a smoother, frictionless jerking as he breathes out another groan. ]
Yeah, we should. [ funnily enough, he's picturing it a slightly different way, both of them stretched out on their sides with faces buried against hips, hands smoothing over skin, audible sounds of suction and deep grunts as they work each other up. ]
If I didn't know any better — [ he chuckles a little, head falling back against the pillow as he guides his hand a little faster, listens to those slicker noises of his lube-enhanced grip. ] I'd say you like making me beg for it. But... I would. For any part of you I can get.
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Only because I know you want to do it for me.
[ withholding anything from someone just to get a kick out of it, especially from someone he cares about, has never been his way, not that he needs to explain that to finn. on the other hand, working someone up to the point where they're hanging on the edge, willingly, so that the inevitable release is even more of a rush? that's entirely different. and it's not been hard to figure out that it's something finn would like to do. he just doesn't prefer to think of the implications with their respective designations.
but they do fit, don't they? ]
Not too fast. [ finn may be camera shy. poe isn't. he's tilting his head back until his face is in view at an angle, just so finn can see him lick his lips while palming over the now slicked tip of his own cock ] Are you thinking about what it would feel like if that was my tongue instead of your fingers?
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[ he also knows that it wouldn't necessarily be anything too strict or controlling; there's always been a playful undertone in the times they've chosen to tease each other, held back for a little while longer just to intensify the inevitable, and he has no reason to think that future encounters would be any different. but he definitely gets off on someone else steering him through it and he figures poe's realized that by now.
he nods once, shakily, even though poe can't see it, and after a few hitches of his hand he eases up on his speed, obeying the instruction. ]
You know your mouth's incredible. [ maybe he doesn't, but finn's going to tell him anyway, letting his head fall back against the pillow with a quiet sigh. ] But now I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like while I'd do it to you. See just how much of it I could fit in my mouth. Feel the vibrations from your moaning around me.
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it just wouldn't be possible to get that intimate with each other without letting those feelings bleed through, even if he's trying to be a little more firm and dominating with finn, like he is now. it's a guiding touch, willingly followed, and that's all he wants out this ]
You are good at making me moan. It's not just because you're so good with your mouth, though you are, it's... [ he exhales a soft breath, and if finn's watching he'll see poe's lips, still wet and parted slightly as he reaches for lube himself, slicking up his fingers before he resumes stroking himself. finn's earned it, after all ] You really want my cock in your mouth. I can tell.
[ from the way his tongue's still moving, it's probably clear that finn's not the only one who wants something in his mouth ]
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[ he does want it, he's already licking between the part of his lips where his breaths are spilling out, harsher even though he's slowed down on the pace of his own fingers at the moment — and when he glances to his own device he's going to try and match the speed poe sets for himself, but he's also picturing himself there, kneeling between the spread of the other man's legs, poe's hand resting on top of his head as he proceeds to suck him off with an unreserved abandon.
there's just so much he does want to do, and he's had a lot of time to think about it, but sometimes, when poe's around, all of the careful thinking he's been doing completely flies out of his head and he's just giving into what feels good, either letting poe steer them or the moment devolving into a more mutual one where they're tumbling into it together. ]
I need it. [ it's not just want, really, not when he's thinking about it this much, can practically smell the scent of poe's skin from here. ] Need you to use my mouth for this. [ but he's so far away right now. ] Not just my mouth, though. Anywhere. Everywhere. [ and being told how good he is would definitely go a long way. ]
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