[ 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. ]
[ Finn's not the only one thinking about exactly what would be happening if they were in the same room right now. Poe can imagine exactly how eager he would be to drop to his knees in front of the couch, all but begging - and maybe begging too - to let him do it instead. Or maybe he would be too impatient, maybe he would skip the begging altogether at this point and just go down on him without a word being uttered, time better spent with his mouth full. The end result is the same, and it's the thought of Finn sucking and licking and enthusiastically swallowing every drop of his come. He would even ask for more, anywhere Poe felt like giving it to him.
Between those vivid thoughts and the earnest need in Finn's words it's harder to draw this out for as long as he might have with a less attentive audience. There's a noticeable shift, marked by a quiet grunt and a certain arch to his back as he picks up the pace, the slick noises of his fingers sliding over his cock even louder and more distinct in an otherwise quiet room.
But his own fingers aren't what he really wants, obviously. His own need is just as undeniable, so deep and entrenched now that it's a very tangible ache, and an orgasm now could only take the sharpest edge off for a little while. ]
Show me. [ His voice is already in a certain tone when he's talking to Finn like this, it's even rougher with that need so close and intense. ] Show me how much you need it. Show me what you'll do when I give it to you.
[ That has the tone of a promise. Which is exactly what it is. ]
[ his head tips back against the wall with an audible thunk but the pain is brief and ultimately overshadowed by the sensation of his own hand, grip made slick and frictionless, and his thoughts are racing with ideas for anything they could do together, everything they've done so far and everything they've yet to do or try or figure out they enjoy. but he'd take an awful lot of pleasure from being the one who sinks down on his knees in front of the other man and fits his mouth full of poe's cock.
and he can tell by the sounds of things that he's not the only one fighting the urge to come, the harder and faster sounds of poe's strokes fueling him to go faster too, until he can barely speak, until he can barely breathe. ]
Poe. [ it's an order, almost, but there's a hint of something else in it too, that when and not if, like they're an inevitability, like this was always meant to happen, like it'll keep happening, and he'll be more than happy to keep falling into it over and over, especially when poe makes him come harder than he ever has. ]
You're gonna make me — [ and he's there, stroking through it, hot spurts that streak over his abdomen and over the backs of his fingers as he groans long and loud, continuing to move his hand even when it starts to become a little too sensitive just to make sure he's worked his cock dry. ]
[ Poe's determined to hold out just long enough to take the time to fully appreciate Finn's climax, and he knows from very vivid, recent experiences exactly when that's going to happen. It's in a certain catch in Finn's voice, in the way his back arches as muscles tense, those last few strokes giving up on any sense of rhythm and just going for pure sensation, and Poe's as captivated by it all as he was the first time. To know that he's directly responsible for every bit of this, for Finn's fantasies and the tangible effects it has on him, is a kind of immense satisfaction and Poe wouldn't feel when it comes to getting just anyone off. Everything is different with Finn. It always has been.
He's not so distracted that he'll forget to put on a good show of his own, even if Finn might be too distracted to pay close attention. His cock pulses in his hand, streaking come across his stomach and eventually dripping over his hand, and it's even more intense knowing just how eager Finn would be to swallow it, or even to suck it off of him after the fact. He's never minded it anyway, but that thought has him sliding his fingers across the slick mess as his breath finally starts to slow.
It leaves them with an important question, doesn't it? ]
Are you coming over here or am I going to your place?
[ Has Finn stayed over at the apartment too many nights in a row already? He can't be bothered to remember details like that when he's still basking in the glow of an orgasm like that, having just watched Finn do the same. Truthfully his apartment might technically be more comfortable, but he doesn't care. He'd slide in with Finn in a ship's bunk to be with him if he had to. ]
[ he's a little out of breath, like he's just been running for miles non-stop; it seems to be a pattern whenever poe manages to get him off or at least offer unparalleled assistance like he's just now achieved, and finn can't say it doesn't fill him with a wholly different sense of arousal to witness the mess the other man's left on himself, the sleek trails of come that he casually grazes his fingers through, mess that finn himself would gladly stay on his knees for in order to lick up every single lingering drop.
more and more, he's starting to come to the conclusion that he doesn't want to spend this many nights apart; then again, it's not like he hasn't been sleeping over at poe's apartment more often than not lately, but the nights when he isn't are the same nights he tends to lie awake unable to fall asleep with the same kind of ease that he does when he has the other man curved up against him, achieving comfort at almost any angle they end up in even if it's rarely the position they wake up to.
he glances down at himself, chuckling softly, and finally switches the view of the camera around so it's pointed back at his own face again. ]
[ poe hates sleeping alone, and he hasn't made any secret of that fact. he hates it so much that it's not even a question as to whether or not he'll seek out finn's company as often as he can, far less concerned with the potential grief that the city might give him over spending so much intimate time with another dominant's submissive than he is of being too overbearing. this has all been a lot at once, and he doesn't want to push things too far, too fast and deprive finn of the personal space he's probably gotten used to having lately. but obviously he wouldn't dream of turning down an invitation, or hesitate to extend his own, even if he's made it pretty clear that it's a standing offer
his own camera angle hasn't changed, he's comfortable exactly where he is. there's a towel he can reach for when he feels inclined to, in the meantime he's giving finn a lazy, satisfied sort of grin. but that dark gleam in his eyes just emphasizes the fact that as much fun as that was, it hasn't dulled his appetite for more. the only real question is where, not when ]
Don't bother taking a shower. You can do that here. [ he trails a hand casually across his cock, a gentle touch that only further smears the mess that he's made ] I could get one started, unless you want to do something else first.
[ if the truth ever divulged itself, finn would point out that he's spent over a year in this city, most of it without his friends at all, so as far as he's concerned, there's nothing he wants more than to have his space invaded more often than not, but he understands that there are technically rules that they need to follow, smarter ways to go about it. he and raven don't officially live together, but the city does frown on a contracted submissive spending too much time with another dominant, and he doesn't want to draw too much attention to the fact that he's been sleeping more nights in poe's bed than he has down here.
he's reluctant to get up, to clean up, to do anything that sacrifices the view he's got now as he turns the device towards himself, and instinctively, his tongue swipes across his lower lip when poe swipes similarly against his cock, thinking of all the ways he could just use his mouth until he can rouse the other man back to full hardness. ]
I mean, maybe it'd make sense for me to just... join you when I get there. [ he is going to wipe himself off a little, but in terms of spending any significant time getting clean, poe's shower is a lot bigger from a practical standpoint, with much better water pressure and less chance of the hot water suddenly running out the way it often does in this down apartment. ]
[ Distracting Finn now is only slowing him down, and the faster he gets himself relatively cleaned up the faster he'll be able to get to the apartment, Poe knows that. Still, it's hard to resist teasing him when he's got that look in his eyes, knowing just how eager he is to use that tongue of his. Poe's experienced just how good he is with it, and he's looking forward to that too much to just hang up the call now. Though he is at least moving now, deciding to head to the bathroom before bothering to clean himself up at all. He's not in a rush.
He's also not going to go out of his way to work himself back up again, teasing touches aside, though he'll get there sooner rather than later at this rate even if he's not going to stroke and encourage that arousal. Why would he deprive Finn of the opportunity to do it himself, after all? He just said exactly how much he wants to do that, and it's an especially appealing thought to have him do that as soon as he gets to the apartment.
It might be difficult to keep up a conversation face to face when Finn's busy, but Poe can still talk to him. Maybe even see how far he can take things before Finn can't even focus on walking anymore. ]
You still wanna get down on your knees for me? Suck me off before we do anything else?
[ he chuckles, honestly a little impressed that poe's somehow mastered the ability to keep him this turned on when they're not even in the same room together. it could have something to do with the sound of the other man's voice, the way it gets lower and slightly husky after he comes, a tone that could be perceived as slightly sleepy if finn didn't know better. (if he was more familiar with the term "bedroom voice," it's something that he would assign to poe dameron immediately.)
but he's setting his device down to clean off and then pull his clothes back on, having the realization that by the time he leaves the small down apartment, takes the elevator to the up and heads to the high rise poe's living in to knock on his door, he's going to be smelling an awful lot like sex.
good thing his destination is a shower, then. ]
Yeah, I want to. [ if poe doesn't know he'd always eagerly get on his knees for him, he'll figure that out soon enough. ] You make the best noises when I put my mouth on you.
[ Poe's not necessarily trying to hit a particular tone. He doesn't need to when he's just jerked off to the sound of Finn moaning and touching himself, while they talk about what they're going to do to each other when they're together again. It hits something low and satisfied, and he knows from experience that this kind of thing pushes Finn's buttons in all the best ways, so yeah, he's definitely embracing it. It's obvious in how distracted he is, almost as if he would forget what he's supposed to be doing entirely if Poe wasn't still here to act as a particularly vocal reminder to encourage him to hurry through the absolute minimum that he needs to do before heading for the apartment.
Obviously Poe's just as eager for him. To say that he's been nothing short of insatiable lately wouldn't be an exaggeration. He really can't help it, Finn's just so good at pushing all of his buttons, satisfying him in ways that he hadn't even dared to dream of before they embraced that mutual attraction. Finn might have figured it out some time ago, but for Poe it's all new and exhilarating and perfect.
It's not just about their kinks lining up just right either, though that's unbelievably mind-blowing in itself. To be able to share all this with someone he cares about so deeply, someone he feels a connection with that he's never felt before, that hits him on a level he's only starting to understand.
But he doesn't need to have all the right words for what he's feeling to properly appreciate it all the same. ]
You sure? I could be hard again by the time you get to the door.
[ He is reaching for that towel to clean himself up somewhat, but of course he'll manage to make a show of that too, if Finn's able to watch without getting too distracted. ]
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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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Between those vivid thoughts and the earnest need in Finn's words it's harder to draw this out for as long as he might have with a less attentive audience. There's a noticeable shift, marked by a quiet grunt and a certain arch to his back as he picks up the pace, the slick noises of his fingers sliding over his cock even louder and more distinct in an otherwise quiet room.
But his own fingers aren't what he really wants, obviously. His own need is just as undeniable, so deep and entrenched now that it's a very tangible ache, and an orgasm now could only take the sharpest edge off for a little while. ]
Show me. [ His voice is already in a certain tone when he's talking to Finn like this, it's even rougher with that need so close and intense. ] Show me how much you need it. Show me what you'll do when I give it to you.
[ That has the tone of a promise. Which is exactly what it is. ]
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and he can tell by the sounds of things that he's not the only one fighting the urge to come, the harder and faster sounds of poe's strokes fueling him to go faster too, until he can barely speak, until he can barely breathe. ]
Poe. [ it's an order, almost, but there's a hint of something else in it too, that when and not if, like they're an inevitability, like this was always meant to happen, like it'll keep happening, and he'll be more than happy to keep falling into it over and over, especially when poe makes him come harder than he ever has. ]
You're gonna make me — [ and he's there, stroking through it, hot spurts that streak over his abdomen and over the backs of his fingers as he groans long and loud, continuing to move his hand even when it starts to become a little too sensitive just to make sure he's worked his cock dry. ]
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He's not so distracted that he'll forget to put on a good show of his own, even if Finn might be too distracted to pay close attention. His cock pulses in his hand, streaking come across his stomach and eventually dripping over his hand, and it's even more intense knowing just how eager Finn would be to swallow it, or even to suck it off of him after the fact. He's never minded it anyway, but that thought has him sliding his fingers across the slick mess as his breath finally starts to slow.
It leaves them with an important question, doesn't it? ]
Are you coming over here or am I going to your place?
[ Has Finn stayed over at the apartment too many nights in a row already? He can't be bothered to remember details like that when he's still basking in the glow of an orgasm like that, having just watched Finn do the same. Truthfully his apartment might technically be more comfortable, but he doesn't care. He'd slide in with Finn in a ship's bunk to be with him if he had to. ]
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[ he's a little out of breath, like he's just been running for miles non-stop; it seems to be a pattern whenever poe manages to get him off or at least offer unparalleled assistance like he's just now achieved, and finn can't say it doesn't fill him with a wholly different sense of arousal to witness the mess the other man's left on himself, the sleek trails of come that he casually grazes his fingers through, mess that finn himself would gladly stay on his knees for in order to lick up every single lingering drop.
more and more, he's starting to come to the conclusion that he doesn't want to spend this many nights apart; then again, it's not like he hasn't been sleeping over at poe's apartment more often than not lately, but the nights when he isn't are the same nights he tends to lie awake unable to fall asleep with the same kind of ease that he does when he has the other man curved up against him, achieving comfort at almost any angle they end up in even if it's rarely the position they wake up to.
he glances down at himself, chuckling softly, and finally switches the view of the camera around so it's pointed back at his own face again. ]
Just need to get cleaned up first.
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[ poe hates sleeping alone, and he hasn't made any secret of that fact. he hates it so much that it's not even a question as to whether or not he'll seek out finn's company as often as he can, far less concerned with the potential grief that the city might give him over spending so much intimate time with another dominant's submissive than he is of being too overbearing. this has all been a lot at once, and he doesn't want to push things too far, too fast and deprive finn of the personal space he's probably gotten used to having lately. but obviously he wouldn't dream of turning down an invitation, or hesitate to extend his own, even if he's made it pretty clear that it's a standing offer
his own camera angle hasn't changed, he's comfortable exactly where he is. there's a towel he can reach for when he feels inclined to, in the meantime he's giving finn a lazy, satisfied sort of grin. but that dark gleam in his eyes just emphasizes the fact that as much fun as that was, it hasn't dulled his appetite for more. the only real question is where, not when ]
Don't bother taking a shower. You can do that here. [ he trails a hand casually across his cock, a gentle touch that only further smears the mess that he's made ] I could get one started, unless you want to do something else first.
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he's reluctant to get up, to clean up, to do anything that sacrifices the view he's got now as he turns the device towards himself, and instinctively, his tongue swipes across his lower lip when poe swipes similarly against his cock, thinking of all the ways he could just use his mouth until he can rouse the other man back to full hardness. ]
I mean, maybe it'd make sense for me to just... join you when I get there. [ he is going to wipe himself off a little, but in terms of spending any significant time getting clean, poe's shower is a lot bigger from a practical standpoint, with much better water pressure and less chance of the hot water suddenly running out the way it often does in this down apartment. ]
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[ Distracting Finn now is only slowing him down, and the faster he gets himself relatively cleaned up the faster he'll be able to get to the apartment, Poe knows that. Still, it's hard to resist teasing him when he's got that look in his eyes, knowing just how eager he is to use that tongue of his. Poe's experienced just how good he is with it, and he's looking forward to that too much to just hang up the call now. Though he is at least moving now, deciding to head to the bathroom before bothering to clean himself up at all. He's not in a rush.
He's also not going to go out of his way to work himself back up again, teasing touches aside, though he'll get there sooner rather than later at this rate even if he's not going to stroke and encourage that arousal. Why would he deprive Finn of the opportunity to do it himself, after all? He just said exactly how much he wants to do that, and it's an especially appealing thought to have him do that as soon as he gets to the apartment.
It might be difficult to keep up a conversation face to face when Finn's busy, but Poe can still talk to him. Maybe even see how far he can take things before Finn can't even focus on walking anymore. ]
You still wanna get down on your knees for me? Suck me off before we do anything else?
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[ he chuckles, honestly a little impressed that poe's somehow mastered the ability to keep him this turned on when they're not even in the same room together. it could have something to do with the sound of the other man's voice, the way it gets lower and slightly husky after he comes, a tone that could be perceived as slightly sleepy if finn didn't know better. (if he was more familiar with the term "bedroom voice," it's something that he would assign to poe dameron immediately.)
but he's setting his device down to clean off and then pull his clothes back on, having the realization that by the time he leaves the small down apartment, takes the elevator to the up and heads to the high rise poe's living in to knock on his door, he's going to be smelling an awful lot like sex.
good thing his destination is a shower, then. ]
Yeah, I want to. [ if poe doesn't know he'd always eagerly get on his knees for him, he'll figure that out soon enough. ] You make the best noises when I put my mouth on you.
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Obviously Poe's just as eager for him. To say that he's been nothing short of insatiable lately wouldn't be an exaggeration. He really can't help it, Finn's just so good at pushing all of his buttons, satisfying him in ways that he hadn't even dared to dream of before they embraced that mutual attraction. Finn might have figured it out some time ago, but for Poe it's all new and exhilarating and perfect.
It's not just about their kinks lining up just right either, though that's unbelievably mind-blowing in itself. To be able to share all this with someone he cares about so deeply, someone he feels a connection with that he's never felt before, that hits him on a level he's only starting to understand.
But he doesn't need to have all the right words for what he's feeling to properly appreciate it all the same. ]
You sure? I could be hard again by the time you get to the door.
[ He is reaching for that towel to clean himself up somewhat, but of course he'll manage to make a show of that too, if Finn's able to watch without getting too distracted. ]