A/N: Dear OP, this went wildly off the rails and ended up a lot more shunga than hentai (“Dream of the Fisherman's Wife,” anybody?), and the talking-to-porn ratio is all wrong, but oh well. All of the species mentioned in passing are canonical, but Iffrians are 100% my own invention, so if anybody's wondering about X'arrn, he's, uh, some kind of sentient, Basic-speaking, amphibious cephalopod who may or may not closely resemble an octopus. Did I spend too much time researching octopus sex? Uh, probably. Sorry not sorry, cephalopods are hella cool.
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Poe's usually refreshingly straightforward when discussing his sex life, so it catches Finn by surprise when he asks if Poe's got plans for his off-shift and Poe looks uncomfortable about it.
“Finn, I'm sorry buddy, but, uh, X'arrn needs me tonight.”
“Who? Wait, X'arrn the intel analyst, with the tentacles?” Poe nods, and Finn blinks. “I didn't know he did humans. Huh.”
“He mostly doesn't, but Iffrians have, like, a cyclical fertility thing, and when the gametes are ready, they gotta do something with 'em, or they start to – never mind, it's super gross, but the upshot is that X'arrn is a friend of mine who has a legitimate medical need that I'm happy to help him address, and tonight's the night.”
Poe sounds kind of defensive, like maybe this is one of those sex things that people get weird about, but it makes perfect sense to Finn. Finn's been … rearranging his position, a little, on whether regularly having sex is really as much of a health concern as the First Order made it out to be, but even so, that seems totally normal even for the Resistance, helping a friend out like that. X'arrn seems like a nice guy – he's sat in on a bunch of Finn's intel sessions about the Order – and he's definitely the only Iffrian on the base, and it would be really lousy if nobody gave him a hand with his … fertility thing, whatever it is.
It has occurred to Finn, vaguely, that the nonhumanoid, non-human-attracted members of the Resistance must also have their needs and take care of them somehow, but he hasn't really considered it in detail – they're not really in his pool of partners and he's not in theirs, or so he had assumed until right this minute. And now that he thinks of it, X'arrn is really kind of – well, pretty seems like the wrong word somehow, but he's definitely really cool-looking, with all the bright colors and patterns and the way they shift depending on the mood he's in, and about those tentacles, um, wow. That's – what would that look like? How would that feel?
“Huh,” Finn says again, articulately, and Poe's definitely looking at him a little warily now, like he's expecting Finn to say something obnoxious.
“No, uh, that's cool, that's totally fine, I'll ask someone else,” Finn says, trying to reassure Poe that whatever negative reaction he's apparently expecting will not be forthcoming. And then, because Finn's still hung up on the vague but still frankly distracting mental image of X'arrn's vivid, slick-shining skin against Poe's and he's not censoring himself well at the moment, what comes out of his mouth next is “How does that work, though?”
The look Poe gives him is a little incredulous, and yeah, in retrospect that was a little embarrassing, that's definitely the kind of thing people don't really ask each other. Oops. But then again, Poe's usually pretty okay about letting Finn ask that kind of question, so this is probably salvageable.
“Sorry, sorry,” Finn says, “I didn't mean that in a rude way, I just – wow. That's – ” Poe's kind of squinting at him now, color rising in his cheeks, looking somewhere between confused and pissed off. Might as well go for broke. “That's – really hot, like, as a concept, I just literally don't know how to picture it.”
“Oh,” Poe says, expression clearing a little. “It's, uh. Mostly not like the porn, actually. But it's a good time.”
“There's porn of that?” Finn says, definitely too enthusiastically, and Poe laughs.
“There's always porn of it,” he says. “No matter what it is, there's always porn. Although actually, if you're curious … ” He trails off, tone considering. “Betcha X'arrn wouldn't mind if you watched.”
Finn gulps. He's suddenly feeling extremely warm.
“Really?”
“I mean, I can ask him, but he'll say yes. He's kind of an exhibitionist. Half the colors he turns are just because he likes the attention.” Poe grins. “Whaddaya say, wanna watch?”
Finn is sweating a little now, and he's – yeah, okay, a little embarrassed, but that's mostly just because they're in the kriffing mess, and he doesn't want to have to get up and clear his tray with his dick half-hard in his pants.
“Uh, yeah,” he says. “I mean, if X'arrn's cool with it, and if you don't mind being watched.”
Poe smirks.
“Buddy, I do not mind in the slightest.” He pulls out his commpad and taps out a quick message. “There, question asked.” He gets up and takes his tray and Finn's, but leaves the pad on the table, so Finn sees just how quickly the response comes back.
“We're on,” Poe says, when he comes back and reads the message. “Twenty-one-hundred, Besh-block freshers. All the amphibious personnel are in Besh, they have an immersion tank over there.” He pockets the comm and stands up again. “Gotta go, but I'll see you then, huh? Or, uh, comm me if you change your mind, it's fine.”
And yeah, okay, Finn's nerves are maybe just slightly fizzing at the moment, but that's mostly anticipation, so he shakes his head. “No, I'll be there. Wouldn't miss it.” Poe grins at him, and he grins back, and kriff, Finn is going to have to sit here for at least another five minutes before he's decent enough to get up and walk anywhere, and also, how the hell is he supposed to kill time until twenty-one-hundred now that he knows he's got plans?
FILL [1/4]: Poe/Finn, Poe/other - consensual tentacles, voyeurism
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Poe's usually refreshingly straightforward when discussing his sex life, so it catches Finn by surprise when he asks if Poe's got plans for his off-shift and Poe looks uncomfortable about it.
“Finn, I'm sorry buddy, but, uh, X'arrn needs me tonight.”
“Who? Wait, X'arrn the intel analyst, with the tentacles?” Poe nods, and Finn blinks. “I didn't know he did humans. Huh.”
“He mostly doesn't, but Iffrians have, like, a cyclical fertility thing, and when the gametes are ready, they gotta do something with 'em, or they start to – never mind, it's super gross, but the upshot is that X'arrn is a friend of mine who has a legitimate medical need that I'm happy to help him address, and tonight's the night.”
Poe sounds kind of defensive, like maybe this is one of those sex things that people get weird about, but it makes perfect sense to Finn. Finn's been … rearranging his position, a little, on whether regularly having sex is really as much of a health concern as the First Order made it out to be, but even so, that seems totally normal even for the Resistance, helping a friend out like that. X'arrn seems like a nice guy – he's sat in on a bunch of Finn's intel sessions about the Order – and he's definitely the only Iffrian on the base, and it would be really lousy if nobody gave him a hand with his … fertility thing, whatever it is.
It has occurred to Finn, vaguely, that the nonhumanoid, non-human-attracted members of the Resistance must also have their needs and take care of them somehow, but he hasn't really considered it in detail – they're not really in his pool of partners and he's not in theirs, or so he had assumed until right this minute. And now that he thinks of it, X'arrn is really kind of – well, pretty seems like the wrong word somehow, but he's definitely really cool-looking, with all the bright colors and patterns and the way they shift depending on the mood he's in, and about those tentacles, um, wow. That's – what would that look like? How would that feel?
“Huh,” Finn says again, articulately, and Poe's definitely looking at him a little warily now, like he's expecting Finn to say something obnoxious.
“No, uh, that's cool, that's totally fine, I'll ask someone else,” Finn says, trying to reassure Poe that whatever negative reaction he's apparently expecting will not be forthcoming. And then, because Finn's still hung up on the vague but still frankly distracting mental image of X'arrn's vivid, slick-shining skin against Poe's and he's not censoring himself well at the moment, what comes out of his mouth next is “How does that work, though?”
The look Poe gives him is a little incredulous, and yeah, in retrospect that was a little embarrassing, that's definitely the kind of thing people don't really ask each other. Oops. But then again, Poe's usually pretty okay about letting Finn ask that kind of question, so this is probably salvageable.
“Sorry, sorry,” Finn says, “I didn't mean that in a rude way, I just – wow. That's – ” Poe's kind of squinting at him now, color rising in his cheeks, looking somewhere between confused and pissed off. Might as well go for broke. “That's – really hot, like, as a concept, I just literally don't know how to picture it.”
“Oh,” Poe says, expression clearing a little. “It's, uh. Mostly not like the porn, actually. But it's a good time.”
“There's porn of that?” Finn says, definitely too enthusiastically, and Poe laughs.
“There's always porn of it,” he says. “No matter what it is, there's always porn. Although actually, if you're curious … ” He trails off, tone considering. “Betcha X'arrn wouldn't mind if you watched.”
Finn gulps. He's suddenly feeling extremely warm.
“Really?”
“I mean, I can ask him, but he'll say yes. He's kind of an exhibitionist. Half the colors he turns are just because he likes the attention.” Poe grins. “Whaddaya say, wanna watch?”
Finn is sweating a little now, and he's – yeah, okay, a little embarrassed, but that's mostly just because they're in the kriffing mess, and he doesn't want to have to get up and clear his tray with his dick half-hard in his pants.
“Uh, yeah,” he says. “I mean, if X'arrn's cool with it, and if you don't mind being watched.”
Poe smirks.
“Buddy, I do not mind in the slightest.” He pulls out his commpad and taps out a quick message. “There, question asked.” He gets up and takes his tray and Finn's, but leaves the pad on the table, so Finn sees just how quickly the response comes back.
“We're on,” Poe says, when he comes back and reads the message. “Twenty-one-hundred, Besh-block freshers. All the amphibious personnel are in Besh, they have an immersion tank over there.” He pockets the comm and stands up again. “Gotta go, but I'll see you then, huh? Or, uh, comm me if you change your mind, it's fine.”
And yeah, okay, Finn's nerves are maybe just slightly fizzing at the moment, but that's mostly anticipation, so he shakes his head. “No, I'll be there. Wouldn't miss it.” Poe grins at him, and he grins back, and kriff, Finn is going to have to sit here for at least another five minutes before he's decent enough to get up and walk anywhere, and also, how the hell is he supposed to kill time until twenty-one-hundred now that he knows he's got plans?