[ There's a lot Poe could say about it. That people do crazy things when they're in love. That every other time that a missing love has come back into the picture it meant that he was relegated back to strictly friend status, if that. But he never expected Finn to cut him out of his life, no matter how he felt about Rey or Rose or anyone else. He just... figured that they would be friends. Good friends. Very close. That would have sounded a lot more realistic before though, before he kissed Finn and everything about his expectations changed irrevocably. It had been there all along, sure, but it was different when he threw all caution to the wind and embraced it.
There's no point in dredging up old flames that ended suddenly right now. None of that is really important anyway. He's already confessed that this is unlike anything he's had before, it wouldn't make sense to compare it to any of that. Especially not when he would rather drop his hands to unbutton Finn's pants and work them down as far as he can manage with a certain lack of patience that might be notable even by their standards.
It would be enough to touch him and kiss him, just having him right here, warm and heavy in his lap and happy most of all. But some part of him also wants to slot their bodies together as close and as intimately as they can manage, and now that they're close that desire hits him with a sort of sharp intensity that he wasn't expecting. ]
You wouldn't get rid of me that easily. Regardless of what you want to do with me, I'm not going anywhere.
[ It's a complicated subject, the fact that he has enough room in his heart for more than one person and he doesn't expect that it's going to get any easier right away even if he has been able to give a name to it, acknowledge that this is what he's feeling. It's new and intense and a little overwhelming and he doesn't necessarily know how it came on so fast, but he also knows he wouldn't change the trajectory they'd taken for anything.
And there's a lot they still need to talk about, but it almost feels like they've gotten the hardest part of it out of the way, just being honest about what this means, about what they want, and the rest will slot into place like it's meant to. That's his hope, and he doesn't know if he's being naive or if they've just given him more reason to believe it by being here with him; he knows he wouldn't have had the same kind of optimism if neither of them had showed up at all, and that's just a fact.
He chuckles quietly as Poe tries to get his pants off, but there's only so far he can manage it without forcing him to get off his lap right away, and he's not necessarily inclined to do that, but what he will do is slowly tip them back against the bed so that he's stretched over the other man's body, aligning their hips with a soft intake of breath. ]
You're definitely not going anywhere now. [ And he punctuates that last word with another slow, deliberate roll. ]
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There's no point in dredging up old flames that ended suddenly right now. None of that is really important anyway. He's already confessed that this is unlike anything he's had before, it wouldn't make sense to compare it to any of that. Especially not when he would rather drop his hands to unbutton Finn's pants and work them down as far as he can manage with a certain lack of patience that might be notable even by their standards.
It would be enough to touch him and kiss him, just having him right here, warm and heavy in his lap and happy most of all. But some part of him also wants to slot their bodies together as close and as intimately as they can manage, and now that they're close that desire hits him with a sort of sharp intensity that he wasn't expecting. ]
You wouldn't get rid of me that easily. Regardless of what you want to do with me, I'm not going anywhere.
[ Definitely not now. ]
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And there's a lot they still need to talk about, but it almost feels like they've gotten the hardest part of it out of the way, just being honest about what this means, about what they want, and the rest will slot into place like it's meant to. That's his hope, and he doesn't know if he's being naive or if they've just given him more reason to believe it by being here with him; he knows he wouldn't have had the same kind of optimism if neither of them had showed up at all, and that's just a fact.
He chuckles quietly as Poe tries to get his pants off, but there's only so far he can manage it without forcing him to get off his lap right away, and he's not necessarily inclined to do that, but what he will do is slowly tip them back against the bed so that he's stretched over the other man's body, aligning their hips with a soft intake of breath. ]
You're definitely not going anywhere now. [ And he punctuates that last word with another slow, deliberate roll. ]