[yeah no. he appreciates the part where finn is also touching him without being too worried about the specifics of it. they're living life on the fly and everything is cool. he honestly doesn't really know what he wants out of this interaction? maybe this is enough. maybe being this close to finn is enough to quench his thirst. they can work their way up to other things.
anyway it's been real with the wall but he's done with it now. he uses his grip on finn to pull him back towards the bed, trying to maintain making out too but multitasking is hard so that part gets sloppier. w/e it's just for a minute.]
[Kissing is hard enough when you've never done it before. Trying to kiss while walking without being able to see where he's going is harder, so sloppy it is.
Whatever, he doesn't know any better.
His mouth breaks from Poe's briefly as he doesn't step quite far enough to keep up, long enough for a dopey grin to spread across his face, his cheeks radiating warmth. He halfway falls onto the bed, his fingers grasping loosely at Poe's clothes, but at least he doesn't look nervous.
There should probably be a yet at the end of that.]
[ finn's stupid grin makes him stupid grin right back, staring at him with the same wonderment someone might have when staring at a double rainbow or a meteor shower. he loves him so much it's straight up ridiculous.
he's not sure if the grasping at his clothes was an effort to remove said clothes or if he was trying to keep balance before falling onto the bed. GUESS HE'LL FIND OUT. he flops onto the bed, pulling finn down the rest of the way with him. they fall sideways, ftr. that was just how it happened. he kind loses track of what he was doing again. still in that zone of staring and stupid grinning at him. ]
You know ... it's like ... when you smile, it's like looking at five suns at once.
[He doesn't really know, okay. Thus the restless tugging and tangling of his fingers. Dude is clueless.
And then they're laying next to each other and Poe is staring at him again like he's some magical creature and he doesn't know what to even do with that.
He huffs out a bit of laughter at Poe's declaration, his grin both amused and content.]
[just let it happen, okay. he reaches out, hand gently gliding along his arm. they're good arms tho. the question makes him glance away, laughing. called out on his fuckery.]
It just means it's a lot. But in a good way. Maybe it sounded better in my head.
[his hand makes its way back up in its general scoping out of finn, coming to rest against the curve of his neck. he will write a russian novel about all of finn's finer qualities.]
Mm, other stuff? [that's fucking adorable and he loves it. why is finn so perfect. ftr he doesn't think finn is a dumb baby duck so much as just an awkward dork.] You want me to stop talking, you just gotta say so.
You don't have to — [he bites at his lip, trying to figure out what to say in the middle of actually saying it.] — I don't want you to feel like you're just following my lead. Unless you really want to. [that could be his kink, who is poe to judge.] If I ever make you uncomfortable, tell me, okay? And I mean that whenever, not just today.
[he squints a little like "no, wait. what? what???" in fact that's just about what he says.] No, what? C'mon. You've never been like, alone in your bunk or wherever, and touched yourself?
[also like just in case there was any doubt to where he was going with this — congratulations.]
[look poe didn't expect to have to give The Sex Talk today but somebody wanted to be taught!!! this is not the experience either of them wanted to be having.]
I mean, yeah, there can be, but that's a good place to start. Don't ... don't think about it so much. I think you're overthinking it.
[poe doesn't know if he should trust finn to just go with the flow based on what he knows about him as a person but you know what. it's fine. that part is over now. you know what poe likes? not having this conversation anymore. so they're already off to a great start.
he's just gonna go for it now. going for it step one involves taking off finn's clothes. he's annoyed with the hakama just because they exist, but it's really not that much more difficult than normal clothes. he guesses. gonna take the top half off, tell it goodbye. he flings it away onto the abyss that is the floor. goodbye weird skirt pants is a current work in progress.]
[He helps Poe out, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and loosening the tie at his waist. He'll even be an active participant and try to return the favor to rid Poe of these crazy Hanabira clothes.
Yes, he's still following Poe's lead. He's just not thinking about it, as instructed.]
[not thinking about things is the big mood. once finn's out of his clothes, he will assist in getting his own off. two guys, sitting in an inn room, zero feet apart 'cause they are gay. poe doesn't need force bullshit to get that finn's kind of ... hesitant? nervous? he clearly wants some kind of direction. he has used his mouth words to say as much multiple times. but it feels more natural to do all of that now rather than sitting and have a preamble to a sexual encounter.
he thinks about literally asking if finn would like for him to start off, but come on. he knows the answer to that question. so he's just going to go for it. he goes back to making out, one hand against the back of finn's neck, with the other starting placed against his chest and slowly ... sliding ... its way ... down ... ]
[The trails of Poe's fingers on his skin as they drift lower has his abdomen tensing beneath the touch. Luckily, kissing still takes a decent amount of his concentration, so he doesn't have the mental capacity to zero in on that too much. Still, his heart races in his chest, and while hesitant isn't the right word, nervous most definitely is, a sort of nervous excitement making his pulse race and his insides flip.
He leans into Poe's mouth as further distraction, his own hand rest briefly on his waist before it drifts over and then settles on his hip.]
[now that finn is comfortable and getting into the whole thing, he's just gonna go for it and
grab 👏 that 👏 dick 👏
like when a nurse says she's going to prick you with the needle on ten and does it on like four instead. except with dick. he starts out out pumping slow, getting a feel for the whole situation and trying to provide some build-up for finn, probably. like, realistically, this is going to be a five-second long experience, might as well stretch it out to a whole ten seconds with anticipation.]
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anyway it's been real with the wall but he's done with it now. he uses his grip on finn to pull him back towards the bed, trying to maintain making out too but multitasking is hard so that part gets sloppier. w/e it's just for a minute.]
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Whatever, he doesn't know any better.
His mouth breaks from Poe's briefly as he doesn't step quite far enough to keep up, long enough for a dopey grin to spread across his face, his cheeks radiating warmth. He halfway falls onto the bed, his fingers grasping loosely at Poe's clothes, but at least he doesn't look nervous.
There should probably be a yet at the end of that.]
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he's not sure if the grasping at his clothes was an effort to remove said clothes or if he was trying to keep balance before falling onto the bed. GUESS HE'LL FIND OUT. he flops onto the bed, pulling finn down the rest of the way with him. they fall sideways, ftr. that was just how it happened. he kind loses track of what he was doing again. still in that zone of staring and stupid grinning at him. ]
You know ... it's like ... when you smile, it's like looking at five suns at once.
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And then they're laying next to each other and Poe is staring at him again like he's some magical creature and he doesn't know what to even do with that.
He huffs out a bit of laughter at Poe's declaration, his grin both amused and content.]
What does that even mean?
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they're good arms tho.the question makes him glance away, laughing. called out on his fuckery.]It just means it's a lot. But in a good way. Maybe it sounded better in my head.
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[What are compliments? How does one give or receive them?
The best compliment he's ever gotten was probably about his shooting accuracy.]
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[his hand makes its way back up in its general scoping out of finn, coming to rest against the curve of his neck. he will write a russian novel about all of finn's finer qualities.]
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[Kissing is 'stuff' now. So eloquent, Finn.]
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[A cop-out answer from someone who has no idea what he's even supposed to do.]
I'll just...follow your lead.
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[Suddenly embarrassed. Why this.]
So I guess I meant more that...you'll have to teach me.
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[also like just in case there was any doubt to where he was going with this — congratulations.]
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I didn't mean---there's gotta be more to it than just that? Right?
[Someone put him out of his misery.]
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I mean, yeah, there can be, but that's a good place to start. Don't ... don't think about it so much. I think you're overthinking it.
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But okay, sure, don't overthink it. Don't overthink it. It's fine.
He's overthinking it.]
Sure, okay. No problem. I'll just...go with the flow then.
[That sounds like the right thing to say.]
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he's just gonna go for it now. going for it step one involves taking off finn's clothes. he's annoyed with the hakama just because they exist, but it's really not that much more difficult than normal clothes. he guesses. gonna take the top half off, tell it goodbye. he flings it away onto the abyss that is the floor. goodbye weird skirt pants is a current work in progress.]
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Yes, he's still following Poe's lead. He's just not thinking about it, as instructed.]
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he thinks about literally asking if finn would like for him to start off, but come on. he knows the answer to that question. so he's just going to go for it. he goes back to making out, one hand against the back of finn's neck, with the other starting placed against his chest and slowly ... sliding ... its way ... down ... ]
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He leans into Poe's mouth as further distraction, his own hand rest briefly on his waist before it drifts over and then settles on his hip.]
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grab 👏 that 👏 dick 👏
like when a nurse says she's going to prick you with the needle on ten and does it on like four instead. except with dick. he starts out out pumping slow, getting a feel for the whole situation and trying to provide some build-up for finn, probably. like, realistically, this is going to be a five-second long experience, might as well stretch it out to a whole ten seconds with anticipation.]