He has a moment of concern when Finn's moving around, where he can't quite tell if Finn's coming toward him or trying to get away, but the enthusiastic kiss that follows clears up all questions. Okay.
Well, he's just going to have to reassess his understanding of the world, and that's okay with him.
"Yeah," he says, more breathes the word out. He licks his lips, then grins. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Just want to be sure." Why wouldn't it be? He can think of any number of reasons, beginning and ending with I don't think of you that way, Finn. Unconsciously mirroring him, Finn licks his own lips and goes in for another kiss, this time running his hands down Poe's bare chest like he'd been thinking about for days now, and it's just as warm and solid as he'd imagined. From there one of his hands reaches up to Poe's tangle of hair and Finn grips it loosely as he kisses deeper. It's such a relief to have it out in the open like this that he already feels giddy.
Well, if he had any remaining doubts (he didn't) that would have cleared them up. He leans into Finn's touch with a happy murmur, nothing more coherent than that because his mouth is otherwise occupied. And hell, if Finn wants to drive, he's happy to go for that. He parts his lips for Finn with no protest, one hand coming up to rest against the side of his neck, thumb moving over his jaw line. And hey, why not, he'll take that chance to start exploring those muscles of Finn's, appreciating all that sun-warmed skin.
Ever since Finn had left the First Order, he'd felt everything so intensely that it's almost scary to contemplate, and the desire he feels now is no exception. It could be because he's finally not afraid - the First Order is still out there, sure, and they'd love to get their hands on him, but they're biding their time and Spira's almost as far off their radar as the Outer Rim. Everything is at peace, however temporarily, and it's given him a chance to think about what he wants.
Right now what he wants is the naked pilot who's practically sitting in his lap.
On a rock. On a semi-public beach. Okay, maybe he should think about this before going too far to stop. After a long and satisfying kiss, Finn pulls away, breathing heavily and still cupping Poe's head with his hand. "So, do we get sand everywhere or wait till we get back to the hotel, Poe?"
When Finn pulls back, Poe can't help but lean in to follow and nip lightly at his lips. "We're on a rock right now," he points out. Experimentally, he runs his hand over Finn's side. They can't safely get too frisky right now anyway due to the lack of foresight which has resulted in a lack of lube, but...
"Depends on what you're comfortable with." Because that's really the most important thing. It also seems best to just be straightforward about what's on offer, though. "But I'd sure be happy to give you head before lunch."
Getting on the rock to dry out was definitely the best idea he's had in a while. Finn glances around at the rock with a critical eye - okay, that would work without risk of serious injury. Well, undue risk, anyway. It's an acceptable amount of risk. Finn nods.
"Yeah. And I'll do you too? It's only fair." Even just picturing the expression Poe's face might get is a turn-on, and it'll mean they can wait till later to go all out because they'll satisfy each other now.
Getting a shot at Finn's cock is really a reward in itself as far as he's concerned, but, "Can't say no to that. Not when you're offering." He grins. Finn seems just fine with the concept, which answers some questions he wasn't even going to ask because it's not any of his damn business. Just makes for things being less awkward.
Since that's all settled, he moves in to kiss Finn again. He's never been a shy guy and he's not going to start now. What they both want is pretty clear. But for the moment, while things are getting heated up, he moves in to straddle Finn's lap. Just in case he was thinking of going anywhere.
For this? No hesitation at all. There's plenty he's seen or heard of but never tried, but some acts had been easier to get away with than others, even under surveillance. Not even having to worry about being caught brings up exciting new possibilities, and Finn's already thinking about some of them for later.
His train of thought is interrupted when Poe moves up to his lap, because why think about later when he can focus on now? Finn grins and runs his hands down Poe's chest past those fabulous abs and down to his cock. Lightly but with sure motions, he gives it a few strokes as a warm-up. "Me first or you first?"
"I offered first," Poe points out. He takes a little more time getting down to business, a few kisses, caresses that wander over Finns chest and stomach before he slides his hand over the other man's cock. He's already half hard himself and responding eagerly because damn, he has wanted this. "Hell yeah," he murmurs.
"All right." Fair enough, one of them has to go first, and that means he'll be able to take his time with Poe. "Yeah--oh hell yeah. Damn, Dameron." Finn's aroused and it doesn't take much to reflect that, not with Poe working on him bit by bit. A few more strokes and he's fully hard, and he increases the speed and pressure on his own strokes to make sure Poe gets just as hard. Even if they won't be addressing him until later, Finn can make sure Poe is ready. It's obvious he's willing.
But it's going to have to wait, because after a little work o Poe's part, Finn is having some serious difficulty concentrating. "I'm--Im ready when you are." And he begins to lay back on the rock so Poe can continue without obstacle.
Poe leans in to laugh against Finn's neck--and throw in some kisses as well. "See, my last name starts to make sense." Damn, but Finn's got him going fast. Then again, it's hard to stay calm and cool about something you want as bad as this. Especially not when he thought he wouldn't be getting it.
He's not in it to play coy or be teasing. That's really never been his way. He dives in for one more kiss, then moves down over Finn's body. He shoots Finn a grin, one hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, and then sucks the head of his cock between his lips. There's just the faint hint of ocean salt to go with the slick precum, and he takes it eagerly as far as he can without gagging himself. He's never been one to do things halfway.
"Good name," Finn agrees. "It--" Nope, can't continue coherently, time to moan again. "Yeah. Hell yeah." He continues on in much the same vein, letting Poe know without any equivocation exactly how good this feels. And it's not just the sexual gratification (he's not there yet, but he's not exactly holding back so it won't be too long); he knows absolutely that he can trust Poe, and he genuinely likes him.
And Poe Dameron is, as he'd been thinking earlier, an unfairly attractive man. Just looking down at him taking Finn's cock into his mouth makes Finn moan again.
He's not exactly a pro at oral, but he knows what he's doing, and he listens. Poe keeps his hand stroking what he can't fit in his mouth, his tongue moving over the sensitive lines of of the head and the subtle veins. And when he can, he tilts his head enough that he can look up at Finn, because he wants to see his face. That's what he wants to remember the most out of this. It's the kind of thing that'll keep a guy warm on lonely nights when he's out on patrol.
Since he's really got only one hand to work with--the other he needs to support himself--he does take a little time away from the stroking to play with Finn's balls and see if he likes that.
Finn's expression is exactly the kind of bliss he hopes he can elicit later. It should be excellent fuel for Poe's memories.
Working on his balls is good, not quite as fantastic as stroking his cock directly but still intimate and enough to make Finn squirm just a little - not enough to interfere with the blowjob, he's smarter than that, but as a way to excise some of that tension without completely letting go. It can't last very long though, not with how badly he wants this.
Poe's only response to that warning is to take another firm, deep suck on Finn's dick, and acknowledge it with a low hum. Which might be a little unfair, really, but it was nice of Finn to warn him. He's always addressed swallowing on a case-by-case basis, and this time around he's wound up enough to go for it.
That's all the permission he needs. Finn comes hard and fast, and as soon as he's done he sits up again and tugs Poe in for a fierce, quick embrace. He doesn't have words for the first few moments so that will have to do.
"Damn, that was good," he eventually manages. "Your turn?" He's already caressing Poe's very nice abs, and if affirmative he'll continue down to resume his strokes from earlier.
Not bad at all, Poe decides. He's even on board for a longer embrace, though he can't quite help but angle himself against Finn's leg to just grind for a moment for some relief. Finn's eager hand is a double relief, and he distracted strikes the back of Finn's fingers ven as he lands in to steal a kiss.
"Hell yeah," he says. It's already so good just to have Finn touching him.
The kiss gets quickly followed up by another on the mouth and then on the neck, and then Finn gives Poe's chest a long lick downwards (salty, but not terrible) as far as his neck will crane. Wordlessly he looks up to Poe's eyes for approval, finds it, and shifts so he can take Poe's cock into his mouth. He keeps one hand gripped solidly along the base, moving it in time to his head; his exploration is careful but not hesitant, trying to see what Poe likes most and then expanding on it.
"Mmm?" he asks, knowing the humming is effective in itself.
Poe leans back comfortably, but unless Finn pushes him to lay down, he stays half sitting. Leaned back on one hand, he can use his other to stroke FInn's hair aimlessly, slide fingers over his back, though careful of his scar. "Oh yeah," he murmurs, just because he has to say something because hell those are Finn's lips and that's Finn's tongue and this is the wet heat he's been lusting after since nearly the time they met.
He's got enough self control to be polite, because he respects the man; no pushing, no tugging, but he can't help the little twitch of his hips because damn he wants it so bad.
And the humming? Very good. He grins, breathing out a half laugh. "You keep going like that, I ain't gonna last too long."
"Mmm," he agrees, shooting his tongue down the underside of Poe's shaft for a nice long lick and then speeding up again. He pays careful attention to just how Poe twitches before he comes, because--
--Because, if he's being perfectly honest with himself, Finn hopes to have many more opportunities to do this, if that's the kind of reaction he's going to get.
He swallows without missing a beat and gives a few more strokes to finish him out. When Poe's done, Finn shifts enough to curl up against his chest, smiling contentedly. "Better?"
"Yeah, I am." Very relaxed, content, and even better than before. And there's nothing like being held like that, not even compared to the fantastic blowjob.
He probably should have said something earlier, but--it hadn't been time yet. He needed to be ready first. "Thanks, Poe." It's nothing like adequate, but he has to say something.
The cuddling thing is something he's always personally enjoyed. Whether he's gotten it has been hit or miss; sometimes people are just in it for the sex, and that's all right too. Sometimes it's just a safety valve. But this? Time to relax. And relax with someone else, which is unimaginably good.
He chuckles. "You're welcome. And thanks." Maybe that's how Stormtroopers handle it. It's polite, at least. Then he tilts his chin to nuzzle Finn's head.
Stormtroopers take what comfort when they can, however they can. If acknowledged at all, it's with a grunt or a curt nod. Equal give and take and cuddling after is all Finn. That Poe is receptive is more than he could have asked for.
So he nuzzles back. "I'm dried off now. How about we finish the hike?" The hotel room is starting to seem like a good destination for later, even though he's very satiated now.
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Well, he's just going to have to reassess his understanding of the world, and that's okay with him.
"Yeah," he says, more breathes the word out. He licks his lips, then grins. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
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Right now what he wants is the naked pilot who's practically sitting in his lap.
On a rock. On a semi-public beach. Okay, maybe he should think about this before going too far to stop. After a long and satisfying kiss, Finn pulls away, breathing heavily and still cupping Poe's head with his hand. "So, do we get sand everywhere or wait till we get back to the hotel, Poe?"
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"Depends on what you're comfortable with." Because that's really the most important thing. It also seems best to just be straightforward about what's on offer, though. "But I'd sure be happy to give you head before lunch."
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"Yeah. And I'll do you too? It's only fair." Even just picturing the expression Poe's face might get is a turn-on, and it'll mean they can wait till later to go all out because they'll satisfy each other now.
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Since that's all settled, he moves in to kiss Finn again. He's never been a shy guy and he's not going to start now. What they both want is pretty clear. But for the moment, while things are getting heated up, he moves in to straddle Finn's lap. Just in case he was thinking of going anywhere.
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His train of thought is interrupted when Poe moves up to his lap, because why think about later when he can focus on now? Finn grins and runs his hands down Poe's chest past those fabulous abs and down to his cock. Lightly but with sure motions, he gives it a few strokes as a warm-up. "Me first or you first?"
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But it's going to have to wait, because after a little work o Poe's part, Finn is having some serious difficulty concentrating. "I'm--Im ready when you are." And he begins to lay back on the rock so Poe can continue without obstacle.
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He's not in it to play coy or be teasing. That's really never been his way. He dives in for one more kiss, then moves down over Finn's body. He shoots Finn a grin, one hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, and then sucks the head of his cock between his lips. There's just the faint hint of ocean salt to go with the slick precum, and he takes it eagerly as far as he can without gagging himself. He's never been one to do things halfway.
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And Poe Dameron is, as he'd been thinking earlier, an unfairly attractive man. Just looking down at him taking Finn's cock into his mouth makes Finn moan again.
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Since he's really got only one hand to work with--the other he needs to support himself--he does take a little time away from the stroking to play with Finn's balls and see if he likes that.
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Working on his balls is good, not quite as fantastic as stroking his cock directly but still intimate and enough to make Finn squirm just a little - not enough to interfere with the blowjob, he's smarter than that, but as a way to excise some of that tension without completely letting go. It can't last very long though, not with how badly he wants this.
"Poe. Poe, I'm getting close!"
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"Damn, that was good," he eventually manages. "Your turn?" He's already caressing Poe's very nice abs, and if affirmative he'll continue down to resume his strokes from earlier.
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"Hell yeah," he says. It's already so good just to have Finn touching him.
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"Mmm?" he asks, knowing the humming is effective in itself.
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He's got enough self control to be polite, because he respects the man; no pushing, no tugging, but he can't help the little twitch of his hips because damn he wants it so bad.
And the humming? Very good. He grins, breathing out a half laugh. "You keep going like that, I ain't gonna last too long."
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--Because, if he's being perfectly honest with himself, Finn hopes to have many more opportunities to do this, if that's the kind of reaction he's going to get.
He swallows without missing a beat and gives a few more strokes to finish him out. When Poe's done, Finn shifts enough to curl up against his chest, smiling contentedly. "Better?"
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He probably should have said something earlier, but--it hadn't been time yet. He needed to be ready first. "Thanks, Poe." It's nothing like adequate, but he has to say something.
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He chuckles. "You're welcome. And thanks." Maybe that's how Stormtroopers handle it. It's polite, at least. Then he tilts his chin to nuzzle Finn's head.
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So he nuzzles back. "I'm dried off now. How about we finish the hike?" The hotel room is starting to seem like a good destination for later, even though he's very satiated now.
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Because lube. He did not pack any because he assumed he wouldn't need it. He's never been so happy to be wrong before.
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