So, because the world hasn’t ended yet and
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So, because the world hasn’t ended yet and we’re not considering it, here’s the smut I promised for Found Cat, and never delivered. Until now!
Lucky, on AO3. Chapter 1 is smut, Chapter 2 explores a little bit of What Is Poe’s Deal, largely through the mechanism of showing his support network, in the person of his father on the other end of the phone.
Finn laughed. “Good one,” he said, running his hand down Poe’s spine, bending Poe’s leg a little more. If he pinned Poe’s arm behind his back, Poe thought dimly that his heart would probably just stop. “You’re really– I didn’t figure you’d just go limp if I started manhandling you, are you okay?”
“Oh God,” Poe said thinly, “I am so okay, please –” He hadn’t figured he’d just go limp either, he was used to wrestling back a lot more. Fuck, he hadn’t just– let someone touch him in a really long time. Only doctors, and he’d always been faintly resentful and uncooperative with them, despite his best efforts to be a good patient.
Anyone else, he’d fought back at least a little, at least enough to let them know they weren’t in charge. Part of it, too, was that he always kind of felt like he had to make it worth people’s while, like he had to be amazing in bed to earn their attention. He certainly couldn’t be passive, couldn’t let things just happen. He always felt like he had to take charge, and sometimes it wound up making sex kind of seem like a chore. It was fucked-up, now that Poe thought of it, and possibly worse because he’d never thought about it before.
So, because the world hasn’t ended yet and we’re not considering it, here’s the smut I promised for Found Cat, and never delivered. Until now!
Lucky, on AO3. Chapter 1 is smut, Chapter 2 explores a little bit of What Is Poe’s Deal, largely through the mechanism of showing his support network, in the person of his father on the other end of the phone.
Finn laughed. “Good one,” he said, running his hand down Poe’s spine, bending Poe’s leg a little more. If he pinned Poe’s arm behind his back, Poe thought dimly that his heart would probably just stop. “You’re really– I didn’t figure you’d just go limp if I started manhandling you, are you okay?”
“Oh God,” Poe said thinly, “I am so okay, please –” He hadn’t figured he’d just go limp either, he was used to wrestling back a lot more. Fuck, he hadn’t just– let someone touch him in a really long time. Only doctors, and he’d always been faintly resentful and uncooperative with them, despite his best efforts to be a good patient.
Anyone else, he’d fought back at least a little, at least enough to let them know they weren’t in charge. Part of it, too, was that he always kind of felt like he had to make it worth people’s while, like he had to be amazing in bed to earn their attention. He certainly couldn’t be passive, couldn’t let things just happen. He always felt like he had to take charge, and sometimes it wound up making sex kind of seem like a chore. It was fucked-up, now that Poe thought of it, and possibly worse because he’d never thought about it before.
