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Finn very deliberately walked through the house, locking the doors. The kids were gone, spirited off to the main house after Poe’s birthday dinner. The adults - and probably Meghan - all knew that Poe and Finn wished to be left alone, but that wouldn’t stop the country rules - doors were meant for opening, not shutting out. And Finn didn’t want any interruptions. Poe watched him, leaning against the hallway wall, with already lust-filled eyes. What Poe had requested had gone beyond anything they’d done before, and to be honest, Finn had had to do some research on the internet - behind closed doors of course. They’d negotiated what the circumstances would be, and Finn found that he was almost as excited as Poe was, because honestly, he was going to get to do what he loved best - loving on Poe, albeit in slightly different circumstances.
He pulled his husband into his arms. “Safe-word?”
“Tractor,” Poe answer matter-of-factly, if a little breathlessly. This wasn’t something they wanted to play with in everyday life, but for this special occasion? Finn could give Poe that.
“Color?” Not that they’d started, but…
Poe smiled, like Finn had wanted him to. “Green.”
Finn circled his arms around his husband’s waist. “I hope you saved room for dessert after that meal.”
“I could go for something sweet.”
Finn reached into his pocket, pulling out a length of white silk, warmed from his body. “I want you to let me feed you. Worship you,” he whispered into Poe’s ear, and Poe shuddered and nodded.
“You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Poe’s response was shaky.
“I know, baby. I know.” Carefully, Finn turned Poe around, placing a kiss on his neck before tying Poe’s hands loosely but securely behind his back. Confinement and giving over the control, those had been Poe’s requests. Finn? He truly did want to worship his husband, to show him how proud he was of how far Poe had come this year.
Poe raised his eyebrows when Finn turned them away from the stairs and instead led Poe to the living room. “It’s going to be slow,” he murmured as he helped Poe sit. He straddled Poe, leaning in to run his lips across Poe’s. “Stay right here, baby. I’ll be right back.” Finn sauntered to the kitchen, returned with a bowl of strawberries, and sat once again on Poe’s lap. “From our garden. It was hell getting Meghan and Amelia to leave them alone.” Finn grabbed a berry, then groaned. “Shit. I wasn’t going to bring up the kids. Did I kill the mood?”
Poe laughed, long and deep, his eyes still dark. “Believe me, baby, you’re doing just fine. Green, all the way.”
Finn smiled, reassured. He held the strawberry up to Poe’s lips. “Bite.” He leaned in to lick the strawberry juice off of Poe’s lips, then swept his tongue inside. “Delicious,” he purred, holding up another for Poe. It was strange, how satisfying feeding Poe was. He was a man who had spent his adult lifetime working to feed others. Now, Finn got the special privilege of feeding Poe, and from the look in Poe’s eyes, he was loving every second of it.
Finn wrapped his arms around Poe’s neck, watching Poe’s eyes grow darker at the display of Finn’s power. “You’re so brave, Poe.” Finn peppered kisses across Poe’s brow. “So kind.” Along his jawline. “Such a good provider.” Finn couldn’t resist anymore, and took Poe’s mouth, nibbling at his bottom lip before sweeping his tongue inside. He ground down against Poe, and Poe groaned. He felt Poe’s arms tense as he innately fought the restraints, probably wanting to grab Finn’s hips and pull him down harder, then whimper happily when he remembered that he was confined. After a few long minutes, Finn drew back, eyes on Poe’s. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
He helped Poe up, guiding him up the stairs, and sitting him on the bed, kneeling behind him. “I’m going to remove this restraint, Poe. I want you to relax your shoulders.” Finn deftly undid the knot, then helped Poe loosen his shoulders up, massaging where they’d gone tense. He quickly removed Poe’s shirt, and placed a line of kisses along Poe’s back. “Lie back, baby.”
When Poe was laying down, Finn straddled him again, producing two more silk strips from his pocket. Just as lovingly as before, he moved Poe’s arms up, tying them both to the headboard. “How does that feel?”
Poe tested the bonds, and Finn’s mouth watered a bit, watching his husband’s biceps flex. The knots held, though, and Poe’s eyes flicked closed for a second. “Good. Perfect,” he breathed.
“One more, baby.” Finn wrapped the last silk tie around Poe’s head, covering his eyes. Poe bit his lip, and Finn groaned, leaning down to take a nip of it himself. “Don’t come until I tell you.” Poe groaned, but nodded. “Enjoy.”
He could really get used to this, Finn thought, as he drank in the sight of Poe, torso stretched before him. And with that thought, he devoured. He teased and tortured with lips, tongue and teeth. He massaged, followed touch with kiss, and took his time completely taking Poe apart. Poe was writhing, moaning, and Finn hadn’t even removed his pants. Hell, Finn was still fully clothed. And he almost, almost wanted to see if he could get Poe to come untouched, just from the teasing, but really, then, he’d be denying himself what his mouth was watering for.
With the same deliberate care, Finn worked Poe’s pants down and off. “You’re beautiful, Poe. All work-hardened and sun-tanned and mine.” Poe shuddered at the compliment.
Finn wrapped a hand around Poe’s cock, proud and erect and oozing pre-cum from the extended foreplay. At Finn’s touch, Poe’s body jerked like it had been shocked by a live wire, and he fought against the restraints again, throwing his head back onto the mattress. Finn smiled wickedly.
He licked a strip up Poe’s cock, felt Poe’s shaking as he tried to keep himself from coming. “Good job, Poe. Keep holding on.” His mouth engulfed the head, tongue swirling. Poe’s hips rose involuntarily, then came down again as he whimpered. “It’s okay, baby. You can fuck my mouth. Come for me, Poe.”
Poe thrust into his mouth again, and Finn took a good grip at the base, pumping. At a shout, Poe came, flooding Finn’s mouth. Finn swallowed greedily, draining Poe dry. “Tastes good with strawberries, Poe,” he murmured when he’d finally let go.
“Fuck, Finn.”
“Still green?”
“Oh God.”
Finn stopped. “Poe, color check,” he said, his voice commanding.
“Green. Green, go. Good to go,” Poe babbled.
Finn placed a kiss on Poe’s thigh as a reward. “I’m going to be right back. Just getting myself a little more ready.” He left the bed, wetting a washcloth for cleaning later, then hastily stripping down and grabbing the lube from their bedside table.
Kneeling between Poe’s legs, Finn nudged them apart, running soothing hands up from Poe’s knees. He spread Poe’s cheeks, and leaned in, running his tongue around Poe’s rim, causing Poe to moan, then squirm when Finn’s tongue darted inside. Above him, he felt Poe’s cock start to stir, though it was still mostly soft, spent. However, by the time he’d opened Poe up with his fingers, Poe was standing at attention again.
Finn moved, forward, pressing himself inside, the feeling all at once familiar, like coming home, and new. He bottomed out with a shudder, placing a kiss on Poe’s neck. He slowly withdrew, drawing a moan from Poe, then thrust home again, but instead of a groan, Poe choked out, “Yellow, Finn. Yellow.”
Finn immediately paused. “What do you need?”
“I need to see you, Finn, my love, I need to see you, I don’t want the mask on, I need-”
“Shhh, shhh, shhh, baby. Hi,” Finn reassured, smiling down at Poe as he removed the silk from his eyes. “I’m right here, I have you. Do you want your arms released?”
Poe’s eyes were bright, and Finn worried that he’d gone too far, despite the relatively light play. But Poe was shaking his head. “I just needed to see you. I love you so much.”
Finn cupped Poe’s face in his hands, kissing his tears away. “I love you, Poe. You’re so good.” At Poe’s smile, he asked, “Color?”
“Green. Please fuck me, now.”
“Whoa, bossy.” Finn began a long, slow torturous pull out again, then held when just the tip was still inside Poe.
“Finn,” Poe moaned.
“You’ll take what I give you.” Eyes holding Poe’s, he slid in again. He felt Poe clench around him. “Jesus,” he muttered, and Poe grinned knowingly at him. “We remove one little mask and all of a sudden someone’s the boss again.” Finn groaned, sucking on Poe’s neck. “But it just so happens you’re driving me crazy, so it looks like you win.” Finn picked up the pace, and Poe rolled his hips in approval. After everything that night, Finn knew he wasn’t going to last long. “Think you can come again?” Finn fisted Poe’s cock.
“I don’t know, I’m not 22 anymore,” Poe admitted, though his eyes were blissed out.
“Thank god I never knew 22-year-old Poe, you’d’ve killed me.”
“We’d’ve killed each other, baby.”
“Oh god, Poe, I love you, I love you, I love you,” Finn chanted, matching rhythms between his hand and his hips. He shouted and buried his face in Poe’s neck, spending himself inside of his husband as Poe managed a small shot across his stomach. Finn chuckled. “Not bad for a 38 year old.” He lifted his head, saw that Poe’s eyes were closed and his head thrown back. He brushed a kiss across Poe’s cheek and extracted himself, getting the washcloth to clean them both.
Carefully he untied Poe, and massaged his stiff joints. “Can I get you anything, baby? Water?”
Poe shook his head lazily. “Hold me.”
Finn wrapped himself around Poe, and dragged the sheet up over them. “Of course.” He pressed a kiss into Poe’s neck, and murmured his love until they were both asleep.