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FILL: Finn/Poe Poe is obsessed with Finn's tits - Round Edges
Oh hey look a sexy sauna scene.
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Exercising with Finn was a mistake.
Poe set down the weights and stepped off to grab another swig of water, letting his eyes roam up the workout mats to the toe of a plain sneaker, then up a dark shin to the hem of some loose shorts, then over the wrinkled fabric to the waist and then along all the soft curves and planes of Finn's dark chest.
He was doing reps with hand weights, heavy barbells that he pushed up until his arms were straight up above his head and his naked chest was tensed into the most beautiful curves. He could lift more then Poe easily, the First Order had raised their Troopers to be as tough as durasteel, but it wasn't so much the impressive weight as how it shaped him.
Finn was all round edges, planes of muscle that curved and smoothed into eachother, specifically his chest. He looked soft, hell he was soft (Poe had numerous early morning cuddle sessions spent lying against his chest to listen to his heart beak and his lungs breathe to attest to that), but in a moment he could be steel, he could be a machine.
"Gonna keep gawking or are you gonna pick up your workout again?" Poe's attention snapped to the grinning ex Stromtrooper then skittered away like he was a kid again and his mother caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. Poe put down his water bottle and grabbed his weights again, sticking his tongue out at a softly snickering Finn.
"You always do that to me," Pouted Poe, back turned to the bench so he didn't get distracted again.
"Do what?" Came the grunted reply.
"Work out without a shirt on,"
"That's a bad thing?" Poe could hear the smirk in his voice as his buddy get off the bench, probably changing weights.
"That's a loaded question and you know it," the pilot shot back. He felt Finn step up behind him juts before he felt his firm chest press against his upper back.
"It is, isn't it," Finn's reply was a rumble against Poe's spine. The pilot hissed a soft Yavin curse, trying not to lean back into Finn to feel more of him. "We've done enough for today, wanna hit the steam room?"
Poe nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly to just be agreeing to lounge around in a hazy room half nude.
The weights went back in their cradles and the two men stepped in time to the locker room. Poe faced a corner while he undressed, no reason to work himself into a lather just yet by seeing all of Finn. Towels were grabbed and folded around hips and the two made their way to the steam bath.
No one else sat on the wood benches inside, it was just them and the glowing brasier. Finn threw a fresh cup of water on the burner, making it hiss and throw up a plume of steam, by the time it dispersed Finn was sitting on the other side of the brasier, legs placed wide apart and leaning his arms back on the next bench up.
Poe swallowed, steam-rich air choking him a little.
"Come here, buddy, sit with me," it wasn't so much an invitation to sit by Finn in a friendly way, but an invitation for Poe to stop trying to save face. The pilot stepped around the brasier and walked up where the ex-Trooper sat, carefully kneeling his shins to either side of Finn's splayed thighs and letting himself down onto Finn's lap.
Finn's skin was shining with sweat and steam, Poe carefully ducked in and pressed a careful kiss against the join of his jaw, the tender spot just beneath Finn's ear that he knew made the other boy sigh in ways that made his heart ache. Sure enough Finn let out a stuttered breath, arms leaving their post on the bench above to loosely circle the pilot's hips.
Rough pilot hands found the soft skin of the ex-Stormtrooper's chest, always amazed at how soft the skin of someone who lived under armour was. Nimble fingers found a soft brown nipple, a gentle pluck of it brought forth another broken gasp that made Poe squirm in the other man's lap with glee, or maybe it was because he could feel a steady rise from under Finn's towel.
"Kriff I love how you're shaped," murmured the pilot, hands gently squeezing Finn's chest as his lips brushed salt from his jawline. Finn's arms tightened on Poe's waist, holding him still for a moment as he enjoyed the Pilot's hands, and then with a hitching groan, Poe's mouth.
The towels were coming untucked between them, stiff shafts rising for attention. A hand fell from Finn's chest to gently stroke him as Poe shimmied back on Finn's thighs, still licking and sometimes nipping the dark expanse of his chest. Pink tongue circled a brown nipple and with a pleased hum it was caught between lips then teeth as Poe ghosted a bite across the sensitive skin.
"F-fuck," A stuttered curse from Finn, a god sign considering the ex-trooper was normally silent and stoic during sex, a the self taught rule of Trooper silence keeping him from even whimpering.
"That's it babe," a little praise went a long way with Finn, "Let me here you," Poe's lips traveled from one pert nipple to the other, giving it the same treatment before he sat back to admire his handiwork. Finn's chest heaved in steady breaths, his arms at either side of his pecs pushing them together in a wonderful way. Poe carefully traced a finger up from Finn's sternum to his collarbone, as the feather light touch passed between his pecs he flexed them together to give Poe's finger a soft squeeze.
"Oh fuck," the pilot's voice was practically a whine, "I want to do the lewdest thing to your chest right now,"
"Mmh, what would that be?" Finn pulled his buddy back up his thighs, steam and sweat making him glide as Poe was cinched close to his chest.
"Don't laugh," Finn nodded, "I want to try and fuck them," Finn almost laughed, and by almost, he sort of choked and snorted and tried in vain to keep himself composed.
"Alright,' a muffled chuckle, "Sorry" he still had an edge of a laughter in his voice, soft hands smoothing the crests of Poe's hips. "how are we gonna do this?"
The pilot worried his lip a little, the ex-Trooper beneath him rolled his hips a little and hummed approvingly even though he was catastrophically derailing Poe's already scattered train of thought. He hadn't really thought he'd get to this point, so he was still planning it all out as he raised himself off Finn's hips and brought his hands to press on Finn's shoulders.
"Shimmy down the bench a little, we'll get a better angle that way," Finn shimmied as he was told, pulling the loose towel that was formerly wrapped around Poe's waist off his thighs and using it to cushion his neck on the bench edge behind him. Carefully Poe placed his hands to either side of his buddy's head, leaning a little onto them to press his shaft into the groove between Finns pecs.
Warm hands found the backs of his thighs as he gave an experimental thrust, huffing as he felt his cock slide against smooth, silky skin. Finn hummed, the sound reverberating in his chest and making Poe's thighs tremble in the ex-Trooper's grip. The pilot sneaked a glance down to see Finn looking up at him with a warm shine in his eyes, then with a little smirk he flexed, the muscles tensing around Poe's shaft for a moment before softening once more.
"Oh kriffing fuck," Poe moaned, rolling his hips a little more eagerly, "Please do that again," Finn did, making Poe gasp and grip Finn's shoulders. A hand left his thigh, now laying overtop of Poe's cock and adding pressure as he slid between them. A little more shifting about had Finn's biceps framing his pecs, pushing them together to form a plush channel just for Poe.
"Babe you are too good to me," Poe panted, a hand leaving Finn's shoulder in turn to brush against Finn's rough hair. The pilot resumed his thrusts, breath catching in his throat every time Finn flexed, turning the soft channel into a tense grip on his shaft, milking him for his finish.
Finn whimpered, Poe cracked an eye open. The trooper had gently closed his eyes, his other hand abandoning Poe's thigh as well to toy with his own nipple, pinching it as Poe thrust between his pecs. that was the sight that undid Poe Dameron, with a moan he came, painting Finn's chest as Finn teased the last drops out of him with gentle fingers up and down his shaft.
Eventually Poe sat down again, weak limbed and feeling hazy, until he felt Finn's length twitch under him.
"Say Dameron, you've got some pretty nice thighs,"
Re: FILL: Finn/Poe Poe is obsessed with Finn's tits - Round Edges
(Anonymous) 2016-02-17 03:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Finn/Poe Poe is obsessed with Finn's tits - Round Edges
Re: FILL: Finn/Poe Poe is obsessed with Finn's tits - Round Edges
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