[let's be real: poe's true kink is being selfless.
he sees some of that in finn. he really appreciates that part of finn. it's complementary to him, but different in its own way. the same destination that took a different path to be there. he was shaped into selflessness by his parents, by his upbringing, by a world that hadn't tried to crush him. he was a flower that got to grow in a nice well-tended garden
and finn was a flower who still somehow managed to grow out of a crack in the concrete. he came out good when he had no reason to, nothing and no one to guide him toward being that way. he was good just because that was how he was. innately.
that was worth more. to poe, anyway.
true, some of this might be … poe building finn up in his own head. putting him on a pedestal. thinking things like he decided to stick with the resistance out of the goodness of his heart and not just because it was a convenient place to run away to. not seeing his flight risk nature for what it is either because he's unable or unwilling.
to him, it's all small stuff. minor details. he can see the big picture, the picture where finn is good and brave and the best person in the entire galaxy, and he knows that's true. he's as sure of it as he's ever been sure of anything, and he tends to be very sure of most of the thoughts he thinks.
he hadn't wanted to commit himself to the whole alpha/omega dichotomy because he'd thought it'd be like giving something up. giving away some part of himself to someone else, having some sort of duty or responsibility when all he wanted was to give his entire self to the resistance. he couldn't be as blindly reckless as he wanted if there was another person holding him back.
but it wasn't like that at all? he was wrong. so wrong. finn was like him in the broad strokes, in the ways that mattered, the impulse and action, but he was more realistic. more grounded. not in a way that made poe feel held back, but in a way that made him feel just better. sharper. full 100. completed.
kind of like how he feels right now, in the throes of everything. something about the ragged edges of finn's voice sends a shiver down his spine.]
Always.
[what kind of ??? dramatic ??? i mean, it's fine, he's dramatic. it's on-brand. and he means it. he's gonna be personally responsible for giving finn that good d, always for the rest of forever.
he can feel the fuse already lit inside him, the feverishness building to something more. where he had a purposeful boning pace before, he becomes more erratic. harder with both the thrusting and pumping at finn's dick, wanting to chase after the intensity of the feeling.]
Finn —
[he felt the need to tell him he was going to climax soon. but the words aren't making it out — which is par for the course, really. but he likes saying his name. how it sounds in his mouth. his name, the one he gave him that no one could ever take away.]
clutches my chest
he sees some of that in finn. he really appreciates that part of finn. it's complementary to him, but different in its own way. the same destination that took a different path to be there. he was shaped into selflessness by his parents, by his upbringing, by a world that hadn't tried to crush him. he was a flower that got to grow in a nice well-tended garden
and finn was a flower who still somehow managed to grow out of a crack in the concrete. he came out good when he had no reason to, nothing and no one to guide him toward being that way. he was good just because that was how he was. innately.
that was worth more. to poe, anyway.
true, some of this might be … poe building finn up in his own head. putting him on a pedestal. thinking things like he decided to stick with the resistance out of the goodness of his heart and not just because it was a convenient place to run away to. not seeing his flight risk nature for what it is either because he's unable or unwilling.
to him, it's all small stuff. minor details. he can see the big picture, the picture where finn is good and brave and the best person in the entire galaxy, and he knows that's true. he's as sure of it as he's ever been sure of anything, and he tends to be very sure of most of the thoughts he thinks.
he hadn't wanted to commit himself to the whole alpha/omega dichotomy because he'd thought it'd be like giving something up. giving away some part of himself to someone else, having some sort of duty or responsibility when all he wanted was to give his entire self to the resistance. he couldn't be as blindly reckless as he wanted if there was another person holding him back.
but it wasn't like that at all? he was wrong. so wrong. finn was like him in the broad strokes, in the ways that mattered, the impulse and action, but he was more realistic. more grounded. not in a way that made poe feel held back, but in a way that made him feel just better. sharper. full 100. completed.
kind of like how he feels right now, in the throes of everything. something about the ragged edges of finn's voice sends a shiver down his spine.]
Always.
[what kind of ??? dramatic ??? i mean, it's fine, he's dramatic. it's on-brand. and he means it. he's gonna be personally responsible for giving finn that good d, always for the rest of forever.
he can feel the fuse already lit inside him, the feverishness building to something more. where he had a purposeful boning pace before, he becomes more erratic. harder with both the thrusting and pumping at finn's dick, wanting to chase after the intensity of the feeling.]
Finn —
[he felt the need to tell him he was going to climax soon. but the words aren't making it out — which is par for the course, really. but he likes saying his name. how it sounds in his mouth. his name, the one he gave him that no one could ever take away.]