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He's got a set of proper tea things, he makes sure he gets a stock of good loose tea laid in from any planet they happen to be near in case he needs to blow the place up later, he has an iron clad no interruptions tea break for an hour every afternoon and only offers to share his tea with those who are very powerful or very important to him, but even then, god help you if you ask 'where's the cream'?

Lol, this version of Kylo sounds like that one creepy dude from Parks and Rec who was scared of Rob Lowe's character of all people.

Snap had a solid landing, which just made him more sure that the night was going to be a sweet one. This was their last stop before swinging back to the Hosnian system, loaded up with intel and supplies. He was on defense, single X-Wing squad guarding a few shuttle transports and haulers.

It was a milk run, and now he had a week in the hot climes of Yavin 4, home of some of the best base-side bars in the system.

“Be gentle with her,” he said to the kid helping his droid out of his X-Wing.

The kid nodded, then ran a hand threw his curly hair. Snap’d seen the kid around before -- only he was less of a kid this year, muscles filling in. The kid caught his eye -- he had a sly smile and a sharp jaw, and hung around Yavin 4's biggest hangar bay, the one the Republic contracted to use for supply runs like this one.

"Eh, Snap, c'mon!" yelled one of his squadron, breaking the moment. He’d just been promoted to squad leader, the paint on his helmet still new. It wouldn’t be good to skip out on their first night of drinking -- bonding and all that. One of the Republic ensigns would grab his bags and transfer them to his room, so was free to leave right then. He was sure he’d find someone just as good somewhere else.

The Republic uniform wasn't exactly weather-friendly, but shots were half-off for New Republic military at the first place they went to. Snap was sweating already, but the sultry heat meant the bar was full of half-drunk planet-siders wearing very little clothing.

His squad was ready to party -- successful run, no pirates in their way, a full cargo load. There was no better place to be than in a bar next to a big Republic base because the locals were always willing to show flyboys, girls, and others, a good time.

Ello was immediately approached by a gaggle of women who seemed quite supportive of the Republic, but he was looking for something more human-type for the night. Snap ordered a beer, savoring the chill, and scanned the room.

A pair of Twi'leks were chatting in the corner, but they looked like they were there together if their headtails were any indication. It could be fun to see if they were looking for a friend for the night, but Snap was up for something less...intricate. There were also some locals dancing what he'd been told was called "salsa," hips moving for both the men and the women, and that was enticing. He wasn’t much of a dancer but he was sure he could find someone willing to teach him.

Then Snap spotted the kid from the hanger, leaning against the bar in an attractive slouch. He was wearing a white tank, and dark denim that hugged his hips. He looked like he was looking for something, too.

Snap walked over, taking his beer, and grabbed the stool next to him.

The kid's eyes were doleful up close, hooded and dark with long black lashes. His hair was shaggy and curly, a few stray curls sticking to his forehead. He was covered in a faint sheen of sweat, like he'd already started drinking, but Snap was probably ever sweatier. He didn't let it bother him; he was a pilot.

"I feel like I've seen you around," Snap said.

The kid was trying hard to play it cool, glancing sidelong and giving him a coy smile. "Yeah, I work at the hanger."

Snap doubted it - up close, it was also pretty clear the kid couldn't be older than twenty. His cheeks were smooth, only a hint of a shadow on his jaw line.

Old enough to get into the bar, but Snap had to ask: "After school job, huh?"

The kid startled, heavy eyebrows jerking up in surprise. He coughed, trying to regain his composure, but his voice cracked a little when he spoke.

"I just graduated, actually."

Definitely old enough. Snap couldn’t resist patting him on the shoulder, muscle firm under his hand.

"Of course. Get this man a drink," Snap called, and the girl behind the bar looked dubiously at him but eventually shrugged and pulled a bottle out from under the bar.

The kid took it, and Snap watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed.

"What's your name?" Snap asked. He wasn't there to work hard but he wasn't quite sure what game the kid was playing.

"Poe." He gave Snap a small smile, lush bottom lip curling up. "Yours?"

"Squad Leader Snap Wexely, at your service," he said, giving Poe a little salute.

That got a bigger grin out of him, which was lovely but made him look even younger, not quite grown into his ears or his nose.

Poe fidgeted with his drink, clearly nervous despite the inviting tilt of his hips against the bar.

"So what brings you here? I'm guessing you're not a regular."

Poe shrugged, and Snap was drawn again to the curve of Poe's shoulders, skin a sun-kissed bronze.

"I heard the Republic fleet was touching down today, so I picked up an extra shift." Poe looked down at the bar, then glanced up at Snap from under his lashes.

Snap was fucked -- either Poe had great natural instincts or knew exactly what he was doing. Honestly Snap couldn't decide which possibility was more attractive.

He ordered them another round even though Poe still had a third of a bottle left.

"You like Republic pilots, huh?"

The smile that greeted that was a smug smirk, totally genuine. "I'm gonna be a Republic pilot."

Snap raised his eyebrows. It wasn’t like hadn't heard it from pretty strangers before, but the absolutely certainty in Poe’s voice was new.

He was even more intrigued.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Well," Poe said, eyes crinkled with amusement, “first, I've already been accepted to the Academy. And second...I'm a pretty damn good pilot already."

The nervous coquettishness dropped entirely away when he talked about flying, and Snap found himself more charmed by the boasting than he should be.

"Congrats on the Academy," Snap said, tilting his new beer bottle to toast. Poe downed the rest of his first bottle and then clinked the new one against Snap’s.

“Salud,” he said, drinking.

“How long have you been flying?” Poe asked, settling on his own stool.

“Since I was a kid,” Snap said. “My mom flew an Y-Wing in the war, and after.”

Poe tilted his head and leaned a little closer. “My madre flew an A-Wing,” he said, quiet.

Snap ignored the tone and focused on the sweet juncture of neck and shoulder, the dip in his collarbones. It had been a while.

“Huh, two sons following in their mothers’ footsteps. That calls for some celebration!

“Could we get two astrobombs, please?” Snap asked the bartender. She was a Gerb, a tall lagomorph covered in soft fur, but somehow her ear twitching let him know she was judging him, like an arched eyebrow for a species that didn’t have them.

Maybe Poe was a regular and he was treading on dangerous ground. More likely the only person to buy his smooth moves was Snap himself, and everyone else figured him for jailbait. Snap wasn’t going to worry about it too much.

Poe looked at the drink set up with interest, a bright green liquor in a shot glass next to a bigger than usual mug of the local tap.

“You ever drank a bomb before?” Snap asked, picking up his shot.

Poe shrugged, but he blinked those lovely lashes at him curiously. He picked up his own shot.

“What’s in this?”

“Hopefully something that goes with this shitty beer. Just drop it in and drink it in one go, if you can.” Snap raised his eyebrows in challenge and Poe rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Salud,” Poe said, and dropped his shot.

Snap followed suit, chugging with gusto and slamming his mug on the bar with a little more force than necessary. He’d won, which meant he was able to watch Poe take long draughts. He really had a nice throat, was solidly built enough that he probably did work in the hangar hauling parts around.

Poe finished, depositing the mug and letting out a satisfied sigh. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and his expression was a mischievous as he smiled at Snap.

“Not bad,” he said, and Snap laughed.

“Just give it a minute; it hits

Snap got them one more round of beer -- he needed to slow down if he wanted to do more than just pass out that night.

Poe shredded the label on the beer, two Sliths crossing each other. Yavin was a weird system, giant talking animals everywhere and ungodly hot, but the people were good.

“You like to dance?” Snap asked, glancing out at the dance floor where one of his pilots had managed to get herself ensnared by the two Twi’leks.

Poe laughed. His cheeks were going a little pink, all the hastily consumed alcohol finally coursing through his system.

“I like it, but,” he says, “I’d rather be flying. I’m not so graceful on the ground.”

Snap doubted it -- while Snap had a good six inches on him in height, the kid looked solidly built

“So no dancing,” Snap said.

Poe bit his lip and looked, like he was working from some kind of seduction checklist. “If you really wanted…”

Snap laughed and took a drink. “No, no, I’m sure I’m much worse.”

Poe eyed him up and down and Snap tried hard not to preen.

“Probably,” he said with a wicked smile, and Snap laughed, put a hand over his heart.

“That hurts, Poe. I could be as graceful as an Omwati out there, and now you’ll never know.”

“I’m crushed,” Poe said. He continued shredding the beer label, fiddling with the balled paper in his fingers.

“What’s it like flying for the Republic?” he asked, and it was Snap’s turn to shrug.

“Less exciting than you’d expect, most days. That’s what you want, though -- a boring mission is a safe one.”

Poe nodded. “Makes sense.” He said it so seriously that Snap had to bite back a laugh.

“But it’s good. Nothing better than seeing the galaxy unfold from your cockpit.”

Poe curled his fingers around the neck of the beer bottle and looked wistful, mouth downturned. “I bet. I can’t wait to get out there, to get in a real ship.”

“Hey, buddy, you’ve got a few years of irresponsibility left! You shouldn’t waste them.”

Poe gave him a loaded look, lashes fluttering. “Then let’s do more shots.”

Snap slung an arm over his shoulders. “Sure thing.”

... all I can see is Leia adopting Loki after he falls through the void.

He's tall, dark, melodramatic, and keeps screaming at things. Everything in her just goes MY BABY.

Or whatever is a phone in the star wars universe
bonus they almost get caught

Poe was mostly steady on his feet as they left the bar, which Snap took as a good sign. As a squad leader he had his own room for the week, which was also pretty good since he was pretty sure this kid lived with his dad.

It was fine - old enough to join the Academy, he was old enough for this.

Snap pressed him against the door once they made it to his bunk, and let Poe lean up to kiss him. Poe kissed with sloppy bravado and Snap squeezed his shoulder, licking into his mouth.

Poe was -- he wasn’t small, but he was smaller than Snap. He was stocky, and when Snap peeled his tank top off he got to see his muscle definition, the divots in his hips and the flat hardness of his stomach.

Snap still beat him handily, height, and he wasn’t a small guy himself, broad chested and shouldered, heavy muscles in his legs. He wasn’t quite as cut as he was in his Academy days -- too many hours in the cockpit -- but he wasn’t ashamed. Poe watched him hungrily as he pulled off his uniform, then his undershirt, eyes tracking his bare skin.

It was heady and Snap went straight to divest Poe of those tight pants, kissing him and unbuttoning simultaneously. But --

“Nature calls. Give me a second,” Snap said, stepping back and into the ‘fresher. He pissed, then splashed some water on his face, ran a washcloth over a few key areas. His room was warm but less hot than the bar and he was already a little sticky.

“You got this Wexley,” he whispered to himself in the mirror, and went back to the bedroom.

Poe was sitting on his bed, pants still unbuckled. His eyes were wide and he jumped a little when Snap reappeared.

So the nerves were the real thing, the sloe-eyes an act. He was fine with that.

Snap settled down next to him and murmured, “Hey, c’mere,” resting a hand on his cheek and pulling him forward into another kiss.

Poe’s mouth was sweet, opening immediately to any pressure, and he let Snap take the lead with a slow press of mouth and tongue.

“So,” Snap said eventually, still cradling Poe’s face, “what do you want?”

Poe’s eyes widened, dark and still nervous. “W-what?”

“What were you looking for in that bar?” Snap “Were you looking for a good time...or were you looking for your first good time?”

Poe jerked his face out of Snap’s hand, frowning. It made a furrow between his brows that Snap wanted to kiss, smooth away, but he just waited.

“I’ve...it’s not like I haven’t fooled around before.”

“With your classmates, though, yeah?”

Poe nodded, still hesitant like Snap was going to laugh at him, like he didn’t know how arousing the it was that Snap could be the first experienced partner he’d ever had.

“But not was someone like me, right? Definitely not with a pilot?”

Poe chewed his bottom lip and Snap had to touch, using his thumb to slide his lip back out. Poe followed his thumb with the tip of his tongue and Snap grinned.

“Not with a pilot,” Poe said, and Snap almost couldn’t stand it.

“Take those off,” Snap said, tugging at Poe’s waistband. He settled himself on the bed, back propped up against the wall and pillows.

Poe shucked his pants, revealing obscenely snug boxer-briefs. He stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

“C’mon, c’mere,” Snap said, and tugged on his arm. Poe was malleable enough that he got him between his knees, practically in his lap.

Snap pulled Poe on top of him and kissed him, going slow. He kissed up his jaw, biting a little, letting his stubble scratch against the skin there. He got to the hinge of his jaw and sucked the skin there, the taste salty.

Poe let out a surprised little “oh!” at that, his hands tightening on his shoulders.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Snap asked in his ear, and Poe nodded. His breathing was heavy.

He sucked softly at Poe’s neck, letting his teeth scrape the skin just a little, and then he worked his way to that sweet juncture of neck and shoulder. He bit down, sinking his teeth gently into the the tendons and swiping his tongue over the skin.

Poe let out a groan, back arching under Snap’s hands.

Snap pulled back and looked up at Poe’s face. His hair hung in his face, and his eyes were darker than before, slightly dazed. His face was even pinker, arousal mixing with the alcohol flush, bridging over his cheeks and nose.

It was positively intoxicating, so perfectly sweet. Snap tucked a curl behind his ear and touched his swollen lips again, making Poe part them unconsciously.

Poe rocked forward when Snap drew them away, making their cocks press against each other.

“Ooh,” Poe breathed, eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah, you like that?” Snap asked, and Poe nodded.

“You’re so sweet like this,” Snap said, and rocked his hips up, grinding his cock into Poe’s.

Poe groaned, mouth open and tongue pink, and Snap slid two fingers onto the flat of it. Poe sucked them, wrapping his tongue around the digits, and it was Snap’s turn to groan.

“You’re a natural, baby,” he said, sitting up a little. He slid his fingers out and kissed him again, tongue lazy against Poe’s teeth, his tongue. He slid his hand down the front of Poe’s briefs, making his gasp into his mouth.

He needed more slick but Poe shuddered when he got his hand around his dick, pumped it a few times. His mouth went slack, brain unable to kiss and handle the stimulation at the same time.

“What do you want?” he asked, panting. “Do you want me to get you off?

He let his other hand trail down his chest, running through the wiry hair there. He ended up at his right nipple and he squeezed it tight.

“Fuck,” Poe groaned. He sounded pained, like Snap was dragging every reaction out of him with force. Snap squeezed again.

“Do you want me to suck you off? Or do you want to put your tongue to good use on my cock?”

Poe pushed his hands off of him and leaned back on his heels. “I need a sec,” he panted, and Snap appreciated the opportunity to stare at him. Poe’s nippled were peaks, one reddening a little.

“What do you want?” he asked, grabbing Snap’s hand. He traced the lines there, avoiding his eyes.

“I’ve already got what I want,” Snap said. “You’re already here, baby, looking amazing.”

Poe managed to get even redder, ducking his head.

“There’s something you want, isn’t there?” Snap could tell; Poe was holding something back.

He let his hands find Poe’s waist, running his thumbs over his hipbones. The kid was going to be solid muscle, at least when the Academy was done with him. He stomach tightened as he sucked in a breath.

Snap rubbed slow circles on his hips. “I promise I won’t laugh,” he said. He hoped for a second that it would be something absolutely deviant, just because finding out this sweet looking kid was secretly a kinkster would be a kick.

“I wanna suck you off,” Poe said in a rush of air. “I wanna...I wanna get fucked.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper on those last words and Snap closed his eyes and groaned.

“Fuck, kid, now was that so hard?”

Poe shook his head, hair in disarray.

Snap lay back and pulled his own boxers off, tossing them to the side.

“You know how to do this?” Snap asked, and Poe shook his head again.

“Sorry,” he croaked, licking his lips.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Snap crooned. “It’ll be fine.”

Poe crouched, getting on his hands and knees between Snap’s spread legs. He lay a hand against Snap’s thigh to brace himself and curled a hand around his dick.

“That’s it,” Snap said, trying hard not to move.

Poe’s tongue was tentative at first, just licking the crown of his dick, and Snap groaned encouragingly until he took more into his mouth.

His mouth was just as sweet around his dick, once Snap told him to wrap those clever lips over his teeth, to be careful, to take it slow.

“Now suck,” Snap said, pressing softly at the back of his head.

Poe did, his cheeks hollowing, and it was absolute torture to not thrust all the way into his mouth. Poe tried swirling his tongue around his dick and sucking at the same time, and Snap tried not to buck. It was good, definitely good enough.

“Fuck. Now, just…”

Poe pulled off with a pop and his mouth was obscenely red. “Yeah?”

“You just…” Snap jacked his hand in the facsimile of a handjob. “And you just do the same with your mouth.”

Poe squinted at him, but started jacking him off instead of saying anything, and he repositioned himself.

It was not the best blowjob Snap’d ever got, his dick slipping out of Poe’s mouth, the rhythm awkward, and about half way through he realized he should have offered to go down first so the kid had something to pattern himself off of.

But it was also unbelievably hot, looking down at Poe with his cheek bulging with his cock, the way he kept trying to fit more and more of it into his mouth. Snap was especially entranced with watching the swell of Poe’s bubble butt in those tight briefs.

“Fuck,” Snap said, finally giving into the urge to grab Poe’s hair. He tugged, just a little, and Poe groaned around his cock.

“Fuck!” Snap repeated, and came.

Poe caught most of it in his mouth, swallowing. But some jizz ended up on his face, a little in his hair, as he pulled off, collapsing on the bed on his side and coughing.

“Kriff,” he wheezed, wiping at his mouth.

“Sorry, sorry,” Snap said, but he was still coming down.

“Ugh,” Poe said, lips smacking distastefully.

Snap laughed. “Was it everything you’d dreamed of?”

Poe smiled up at him, working to right himself. Snap grabbed his shoulder, pulling him up and kissing him.

Poe laughed into his mouth, pulling away a little.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Snap said, and then kissed him again.

He worked his hand between them again, and slid it down Poe’s briefs, curling his hand around his cock.

Poe grunted, hips canting into it. Snap bit at his neck again, kissed down it til he could suck a bruise into his skin.

“Hey, let me return the favor,” Snap said, pushing Poe further down the bed so he could get at his dick.

“Uh,” Poe said, and Snap moved in between his legs and slid the elastic waistband under his dick, licking his lips.

“Don’t worry about it,” Snap said, pushing him onto his back. He pressed a hand on his hip, pinning him part way to the bed.

“Okay,” Poe said, and then he just groaned as Snap licked up his shaft. He sucked on the tip of Poe’s cock, and then swallowed it down as deep as he could.

Poe threw arm over his eyes, choking back noises. Snap had to use both hands to keep his hips from snapping up -- he was a good lay but he wasn’t a deep throating expect.

It didn’t seem to matter, though, because judging by Poe’s arched back and taut thighs, he was doing the trick. He curled his tongue, twisting it around Poe’s cock, and Poe made a punched out noise as he came.

Snap swallowed and sat up, cracking his back. He looked down at the wreckage he’d created. Poe was sweaty and flush, a hickey blossoming on his collar bone, panting -- Snap had done all that, and wasn’t that a heady rush.

“Let me get you some water,” Snap said, getting up. He got a glimpse of Poe checking out his ass as he went to the ‘fresher and drank himself a glass first, then filled it up again. The barracks only gave you one; they weren’t expecting too many visitors.

Poe was pulling up his underwear and he took the water gratefully, gulping it down.

“You good for another round, kid?” Snap asked. He was willing his own dick to get with the program -- he wasn’t a young buck but thirty-one wasn’t old, either, and if he couldn’t get it up again for an ass like Poe’s it was never going to happen twice in a night ever again.

Poe blinked at him, eyes slightly nervous again.

“I mean, it’s fine if you’re not,” Snap added. “There’s no pressure.”

Poe finished his water and handed Snap the glass back. “I. Yeah, no, I want to. I just…” He gestured at his limp dick.

Snap almost laughed, but he managed to keep it together. “Of course.” He found his boxers on the ground. “If you want to crash for a little while, I can keep myself busy with some paperwork and wake you up for round two?”

Poe nodded. “Can I use your ‘fresher?”

“Course,” Snap said, and watched Poe walk there on slightly wobbly legs.

Snap went and turned down the bed -- they’d been fucking on the comforter, and he wanted to make sure Poe knew he was being sincere. He then pulled his PADD out, pulling up some old mission reports -- the downside of his recent promotion.

When Poe came out, he looked even more fucked out, and he sort of fell into a heap on the bed right away, curling up in the blankets. It was endearing and hot in equal measures.

Snap spent about an hour re-hydrating and signing off timesheets and mission manifestos. Poe’s breathing was even and soothing, and he felt sleepier than he wanted to.

He looked over at Poe, the smooth line of his naked back, the swell of his ass, and the tangle of his legs in the sheets, and felt himself waking up.

He rummaged through his bag for a condom and some lube, and got Poe another glass of water.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaving all three on the bedside stand. “Hey, buddy.”

Snap tapped his shoulder and watched the muscles in his back tense then relax as Poe looked up bleary eyed at him. “Oh, fuck. How long did you let me sleep?” Poe yawned, his jaw almost cracking.

“Not too long. Drink some more water,” he said, gesturing.

Poe did, but his gaze lingered at the other supplies there. After gulping it down, he looked up at Snap, puppy-eyed and still sleepy. “You still wanna--?”

Snap did laugh at that. “Do I still wanna fuck you?” He leaned down and kissed him, both hands on his shoulders. “Sweetheart, there’s no way in the galaxy I would turn that down.”

Poe looked uncertain but he smiled back.

“Have you done this before?” Snap asked again, taking his boxers off a second time.

“Yeah,” Poe said, a little defensively. “But...it wasn’t great.”

“Thought you’d find someone to fuck you the right way?” Snap had a hard time hiding his delight.

Poe swallowed. “They say you guys are the best.”

“Get these off,” Snap said, snapping the waistband of Poe’s briefs, and he did.

“How...how do you want me?” Poe asked, and Snap was going to fuck all the nerves right out of him. He grabbed the lube.

“Your choice -- on your back or on your knees.”

“Is one better?”

“Lie back,” Snap said, decided he wanted to look at Poe’s face.

Poe did, kicking the sheets and blankets down to the end of the bed. Snap grabbed the pillows and tapped Poe’s hip.

“Lift up,” he said, and pushed them under, lifting his hips off of the bed. Snap settled in, lifting his right leg and bending it back.

“Hold this, please,” he said, and Poe did was he was told, blushing a little at how exposed he was.

Snap kissed the inside of his thigh, and uncapped the lube, smearing it on his fingers. He took his time, just gentle pressure on Poe’s hole, slowly pressing until he got half his index finger inside. Poe squirmed, craning his neck to see what was happening.

“You’ve got to relax, babe,” Snap said, rubbing his other hand up his flank. “It’ll be weird at first, but I’m gonna make it good for you.”

Poe tried, and Snap slid more of his finger in, twisting it to get the lube well spread. He slid it in and out, and then moved his other hand to fondle Poe’s balls.

Snap could feel his own dick hardening and he needed Poe to get in the game with him.

Poe gasped when Snap pressed a second finger against the muscle of his rim, simultaneously stroking his cock. Snap loved the interplay of his muscles, his tense stomach, the dusting of dark wiry hair on his chest.

“Bear down a little,” he said, and slid the second finger inside. “You need to relax.”

He kept stroking until there was a little bead of precome on the tip of Poe’s dick, which he leaned over to lip off. Poe squeezed his fingers at that, but relaxed even more after. He was hot inside, and Snap loved the smooth clutch of his muscles against his fingers.

“There we go,” he said, encouraging. He moved off Poe’s dick to stroke his belly, to rub up his thigh. He crooked his fingers a little, moving until he got another gasp out of Poe.

“Oh, shit,” Poe said. “That’s...that’s really good.”

“Yeah baby?”

“Really good,” Poe said, tension ebbing out of him.

Snap slid his fingers out. “I think you’re just about good.”

Snap smiled and reached for the condom, popping the wrapper and sliding it on. He added extra lube to it, and wiped the excess on the sheets. Let the Resistance sanitation staff be a little scandalized.

“Okay, I’m gonna take this slow.”

“I told you I’m not a virgin here,” Poe said. “I’m ready.”

Snap almost wanted to keep fingering him, then, teasing him until he begged, but he was too ready himself, cock straining against the neolatex. He grabbed Poe’s other leg and bent it back, holding it with his left hand as he guided his cock with the other.

“Alright. Just let me in,” Snap said, leaning over Poe and pushing slow. Poe’s eyes closed and his nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath, bracing himself for the breach -- he was tight, there was still a little resistance.

“Fuck,” Poe hissed, and Snap almost stopped.

“Keep going,” he demanded, eyes now open and wide. Snap did, finally easing inside, sliding home in one long torturous stroke.

“Fuuuuuck.” It was a long, dark groan, and Poe lost his grip on his own leg. It fell to the side of the bed, still bent, opening his hips wider for Snap to lean into. He was holding himself up with one arm and he used the other to grab onto Poe’s shoulder, grip tight.

“C’mon,” Poe gasped, so Snap moved his hips, pulled out just a little so he could slide back home. Poe was so good, pulling him back in, tight and hot and slick.

“Baby, you’re perfect,” Snap said, kissing him lightly and then thrusting with more force, getting Poe used to the feeling of it.

Poe writhed, hips following Snap’s, rocking up and down. He hand one hand on Snap’s arm, grip tight, and his eyes were incredibly dark and wide. Fuck, he was hot.

“That’s it,” he said, dropping a little more weight on him, and he started fucking harder, pulling out more and more until he heard Poe make that delightful gasp again.

“Is that it? Is that good?”

“Nngh. Yeah, yes, please,” Poe said, tension falling out of his neck and shoulder as Snap reangled himself, thrusting over and over. Poe’s leg wrapped itself around him, urging him on.

Poe let out these breathy moans and Snap couldn’t keep himself from mouthing at his collarbones again, licking the sweat there and biting his tanned skin. Poe jerked with the bite, his hips shifting again, and so Snap soothed it with his tongue.

He mumbled nonsense at him but Poe seemed to like it, groaning in response.

“Please,” Poe managed to say, and Snap took him at his word and went harder. He grabbed Poe’s hips and pulled him back on his dick, steadying him, and Poe whined, loud, biting his bottom lip.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it sweetheart,” Snap said, the urge to come building exponentially the longer he looked at this body spread out beneath him. He was claiming unstaked territory -- this was the first good dicking the kid had ever had and Snap intended it to be great, to be unforgettable.

Poe grabbed at his shoulders, eyes desperate. “Please, please, please,” he moaned, and Snap shifted his weight enough to take him in hand, his cock already dripping wet.

“Yeah, come on, come on,” he said, jacking him and trying to keep up the pace without folding him in half and just railing him.

Poe came with a strangled noise, come splattering the both of them, his body tight and then not tight all at once. Snap stared at his face, those slightly hazy eyes, those lovely curls, and kept going, going, and finally he ground deep into that pliant body and came.

He dropped down, overcome with it, and Poe huffed with the sudden weight.

“C’mon, man,” he said, pushing at Snap, but Snap just grunted in return.

“Give me a sec,” he said, gathering his strength. He pushed himself up and pulled out slowly. Poe rolled on his side immediately, closing his legs and making a face.

“That’s…”

“It’s weird right after, right?” Snap asked, and then he kissed Poe’s temple. “It’s alright.”

“No...I mean. Yeah, that’s weird, but. This wasn’t. This was really great.” Poe was mumbling, mostly, looking up at Snap as he slid off the bed, standing.

“Do you want some more water?” he asked, and Poe shook his head.

“I guess Republic pilots are the best in the galaxy,” he said, and Snap laughed.

“Well, not that you have much to compare it to, but yes, yes we are.”

“Do you mind if I crash here?” Poe asked, his eyes already half-closed.

Snap carded fingers through his hair and Poe relaxed. “Go ahead, kid.”

He surveyed the damage as he pulled a blanket over him -- only a few bruises, nothing too obvious. Poe was smiling slightly as he nodded off completely.

Snap wondered if he’d be up for round three in the morning.

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hope this was something like what you wanted, op! thank you for prompting some Snap/Poe.

"They were both so caught up in the fantasy that they ended up doing it in missionary, with the lights off."

XDDDD

This whole fic is so amazing.

Gifset of their reunion

http://donutgleeson.tumblr.com/post/136624202983/oscar-isaac-and-domhnall-gleeson-at-the-star-wars

The specific gif

http://49.media.tumblr.com/4d7eeb457b8e577c9c66697d71777432/tumblr_o0fxcvXW2S1swms2fo10_r1_400.gif

Video of the reunion

http://fuckyeahoscarisaac.tumblr.com/post/136595706904

Oh wow, thank you so much for all the comments! I didn't expect them :) I'm super appreciative you like! Sorry it took ages to post more! Hope it's still fun

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Phasma didn't often take off her helmet, but she did this time.

"I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear properly. Come again?" the look of absolute bafflement almost made him backtrack but he figured it would be weirder to pretend he hadn't said what he had, at least if he was firm he would be able to pretend this was a sensible request.

"Measurements, of our soldiers, and the Knights of Ren." He tried to keep his firm and professional demeanor, ignoring the way he could feel the heat rising to the tips of his ears.

"Uh... we don't have them but... I could obtain them. If needed. What for?" Oh. He really should've planned ahead. He didn't think she would question him but it made sense for her to at least wonder where the request had come from.

"The research team. We're running numbers to design the ideal soldier. We're trying to see if penile girth and length has any... relevance with regards to... efficiency..." his mouth was dry, all fluid having left his insides and pouring out from his forehead in thick embarrassing drops. He wiped himself with his handkerchief.

"A majority of our best soldiers are women," she stated matter of factly, she truly didn't take kindly when her gender was overlooked.

"Precisely, we... want to see if... smaller or non-existent p-penises are..."

She cut him off, "Some of our best women soldiers were born with or currently have penises of varying sizes, this is objectifying, degrading, and the sort of bigotry that should not exist in an organization such as ours!"

Oh, he hated when she raised her voice. He was pretty sure her voice alone was strong enough to snap him in half like a twig. "I'm sorry, Phasma. I don't mean-- I just..."

He was at a loss for words, she was so rightfully angry. He should have probably just gone with his first plan and searched for numbers on what was considered 'well-endowed' on the holonet. But the higher-ups could see your search history (to prevent treason) and he really thought they'd have numbers on this. They practically recorded every breath, minute of sleep and bowel movement of everyone on base. They had measures of every body part to provide armor... he figured it was a natural thing since their protective crotch armor was so aptly built.

He had been fidgeting for a good minute or so and he was so embarrassed he considered defecting until he saw Phasma's face, much softer than before. "Are you gay, sir?"

"M-me? What? Phasma! I- well, perhaps!!!" He knew exactly where to find a pod and what planet to go to. It had been a good life.

"Hux, don't be insecure. I'm sure your penis is a perfectly satisfactory size. You don't have to compare yourself to the other guys, I'm sure your man will like it." What on the galaxy? "Whoever your man is," she finished with a wink.

Hux's arms felt longer than usual, reaching well below his knees in absolute vulnerable defeat. She was so kind to him. "Thanks, Phasma."

An awkward silence landed over them like a thick slime blanket and stayed there, Phasma too merciful to move and Hux to defeated to. At last he gave in and asked directly, "What does well-endowed entail, Phasma?"

She burst out laughing, and Hux would've crumbled into sand had she not looked so fond of him. "Oh, Hux, well, in reality that can be anything beyond 7 inches or so. People like to exaggerate though."

He managed to bite his lip right on time before asking how she was so knowledgeable and just nodded a thank you before scurrying back to his quarters. He'd send her a fine box of Tauntaun jerky for her troubles later. For now, he needed to finish his chapter

...the well-endowed Knight stood before the General fully bare now. Sweat glistened on his breast and down his abdomen, a trail of fine hair leading below where dark curls nestled at the base of his eleven-inch manhood.

'Take me,' Hux whimpered, and whatever he tried to say after was swallowed by the younger man in a desperate kiss.

Kylo likes to be dominated by a woman in bed and be blindfolded so he can pretend it's his mother. He makes copious use of the word 'mom' during sex, too.

Poe figures Finn is just leaning on him, flirting with him, all the way up to fucking him (up to the writer) until Rey comes back.

Poe's right.

not op, but wow that was good!

Oh but Kylo does get private care package from Hux. A very nice private care package.

You just know that, in this universe, Kylo Ren makes his tea in the microwave.

I am dying, everything about this was perfect.

I am so glad I prompted this.

Han fucks fem!Poe and dirty-talks about getting her pregnant.

OP here, yesssssssssssss

Oh and Loki's mom just died so. Yes. Yessss.

mmm, holosex.

owwwwwwwww

"Leah and Chaim"

I have a friend named Ben whose parents are named Leah and Haim so this prompt alone was A+ for me +1

yup this is what I am here for

But he didn't even drink tea until he met Hux. Now he drinks space-PG Tips made in a microwave, with cream and five teaspoons of sugar, just because he knows it makes Hux cringe.

sa

or he drinks iced tea from a powdered mix and insists that's what tea really is, and Hux is drinking twig water.

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