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oh also last night in a weird haze of semi-despair I posted a new smut installment in the Lost Cat AU thing, and wrote a very weird promo for it over here, so here’s a less addled announcement for the morning crowd.
Slightly redacted NSFW text excerpt, as a teaser, and I’ve redacted it mostly because it amused me to do so, but mostly because I was so proud of this banter and I think it being in the middle of sex kind of obscures it. (It’s not like you can’t tell what’s going on.)
“Good?” Poe asked.
“Weird,” Finn confessed. It felt like— well, it felt like something was in his butt, and he was used to that going the other direction, and he didn’t know what to make of it.
“Good weird?” Poe asked knowingly.
“Weird weird,” Finn said, and then Poe [redacted], a little more surely, and [redacted], hollowing his cheeks, and Finn said “Good weird,” because the weird had definitely shaded toward a better direction, and Poe kept it up, and Finn said breathlessly, “Good!”
“Good,” Poe purred, mouth full.
And here’s the title excerpt:
Finn had to dig out his phone and text Rey (he sent her a selfie, which wound up including his face, Poe’s face tucked slightly behind his bare shoulder, and BB happily grooming Poe’s hair). Poe got up to feed the cats, and Rey texted back a bunch of exclamation points.
Finn wrote back not *all* of the sex but *some* of the sex, and she sent him the 100 emoji 100 times.
Not Quite All Of The Sex, on AO3.
oh also last night in a weird haze of semi-despair I posted a new smut installment in the Lost Cat AU thing, and wrote a very weird promo for it over here, so here’s a less addled announcement for the morning crowd.
Slightly redacted NSFW text excerpt, as a teaser, and I’ve redacted it mostly because it amused me to do so, but mostly because I was so proud of this banter and I think it being in the middle of sex kind of obscures it. (It’s not like you can’t tell what’s going on.)
“Good?” Poe asked.
“Weird,” Finn confessed. It felt like— well, it felt like something was in his butt, and he was used to that going the other direction, and he didn’t know what to make of it.
“Good weird?” Poe asked knowingly.
“Weird weird,” Finn said, and then Poe [redacted], a little more surely, and [redacted], hollowing his cheeks, and Finn said “Good weird,” because the weird had definitely shaded toward a better direction, and Poe kept it up, and Finn said breathlessly, “Good!”
“Good,” Poe purred, mouth full.
And here’s the title excerpt:
Finn had to dig out his phone and text Rey (he sent her a selfie, which wound up including his face, Poe’s face tucked slightly behind his bare shoulder, and BB happily grooming Poe’s hair). Poe got up to feed the cats, and Rey texted back a bunch of exclamation points.
Finn wrote back not *all* of the sex but *some* of the sex, and she sent him the 100 emoji 100 times.
Not Quite All Of The Sex, on AO3.
