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So it is fair to say that Poe is a little startled the morning he wakes up in the middle of his bunk, his beloveds as usual on either side of him, and finds them kissing ravenously over his chest. It’s a remarkably appealing sight to wake up to, he must admit. But he’s slightly confused by how - how expert they both seem to be. This is not a tentative first kiss which turned into hunger and need. This has been practiced.
...Oh dear gods, have they been practicing? Poe’s mind provides him with some helpful mental images of what that might look like, and he bites his lip to keep from moaning. Finn’s dark head down between Rey’s pale thighs, or Rey’s long clever fingers playing over Finn’s lovely cock, or the two of them moving together as gracefully as they do when they’re dancing - what, Poe’s not a saint, he’s looked when Finn stripped down, even if he didn’t stare - kriffing hell, they must be beautiful together. They’re beautiful together now, kissing fervently with their hands braced on Poe’s chest for balance.
And then they turn and look at him with near-identical expressions of mischievous lust, and Poe forgets how to breathe for a moment.
“Would you like to have sex with us?” Finn asks, smiling down at Poe.
Poe’s mouth goes dry, but he manages to croak, “Yes, please.” Rey laughs, low and smug.
“We’ve been doing research,” she says, looking ever so pleased with herself.
“And we’ve been practicing,” Finn adds. “I think we’re really quite good at it now.”
Two stunningly beautiful people in perfect physical condition who can, when they concentrate, read each other’s minds. Yeah, Poe will bet they’re good at sex.
“We wanted to impress you,” Rey tells him, and Poe blinks in surprise.
“Darling,” he says, “you don’t have to try.” He’s been impressed since he met them, since a beautiful Stormtrooper saved his life, since a desert-raised orphan looked through him with those bright and burning eyes.
“Oh,” says Rey, and kisses him. It is, Poe thinks vaguely, one of the better kisses he has ever been privileged to receive. It’s hot and wet and there are teeth and tongue and - oh, is that him moaning? Yes, yes it is.
Rey sits back on her heels after a while and says, “You taste good. Finn, kiss him.”
Finn does. Poe decides that as long as his lovers want him to just lie back and be kissed senseless, he might as well cooperate, right? No point ruining their no-doubt careful plans. Finn kisses as well as Rey does - a little sweeter, not so toothy, but gods, Poe could lie here kissing the two of them for the next small eternity and not get tired of it.
When Finn pulls away, Poe whimpers a little, curls his fingers in the sheets so he doesn’t just grab one of them and yank them down, roll them over and kiss them as hard and passionately as he can. That can be for next time, he tells himself sternly. This time, they’re running the show.
“Poe,” Rey says, uncharacteristically hesitant, “can we -?”
“Anything,” Poe says instantly, blinks his eyes open and smiles up at both of them. Rey’s gotten naked while Finn was kissing Poe, and there’s a lot of really beautiful skin on display. Poe wants to cup her lovely breasts in his hands, to run his fingers over the soft skin of her stomach, to kiss the pale curves of her inner thighs. And apparently that desire shows in his expression, because Rey’s eyes go wide and dark, and her breath hisses between her teeth, and she leans down and pins his shoulders to the bed and kisses him so fiercely he thinks she might actually draw blood. Poe’s pretty sure the desperate keening filling the room is coming from his throat.
“So,” he says once she pulls away, “how d’you want me?”
“Every way possible,” Rey says, and Poe clenches his hands in the sheets so hard his knuckles hurt, because dear gods yes. “But today -”
She pauses, and looks over at Finn, so Poe looks too, and loses all the breath in his lungs, because Finn is lounging back against the wall, stark naked, stroking himself slowly, and Poe is not sure he’s ever seen anything more erotic in his life. Finn meets Poe’s eyes and licks his lips and Poe wants desperately to roll over and kiss Finn, pry those lovely lips open with his tongue and replace that stroking hand with one of his own and see how fast he can coax Finn to a screaming orgasm. For starters.
“Today?” Finn says, smiling at them both. Rey laughs.
“Today we have plans,” she says, and Finn rolls over to kiss Poe, long and sweet, while Rey busies herself tugging Poe’s sleep pants off - he doesn’t wear a shirt to bed, because with three people cuddled up together it gets a little warm. Poe lifts his hips to help, sighs contentment into Finn’s mouth as Rey runs her hands up his bare legs.
“Let us learn you,” Rey says quietly as Finn moves to kiss down Poe’s jaw, seemingly fascinated by his morning stubble. “Please.”
“Of course,” Poe says, a little shakily because Finn has found the spot behind his ear that makes him shiver with pleasure, and Rey hums happily and slides up the bed to mirror Finn’s movements on Poe’s other side.
Poe bites his lip to hold in the moans as they work their way down his throat, find every sensitive spot on his chest, spend what feels like kriffing hours teasing his nipples, and then Finn stretches up to kiss him and says, “Let us hear.” So Poe does. He moans for them as they find all the sensitive places along his torso; he whimpers when Rey discovers that he’s ticklish behind his knees, then giggles helplessly when she takes ruthless advantage of that; he whines when Finn pins his hands down and kisses the insides of his wrists, soft and sweet and just a hint of teeth.
And he starts begging when Rey says, “Here, let me show you,” and tugs Finn down next to her, and proceeds to give a short but detailed lesson on oral sex, with frequent pauses for Finn to demonstrate what he’s learned. Which means that there are two incredibly hot, talented mouths working over Poe’s cock, and really, Poe doesn’t think he should be held responsible for the sounds he makes.
“Dear Force,” Finn says, staring up at him. “Rey, are you -?”
“I’m ready,” Rey says, and Poe shivers beneath them as they rearrange themselves, Rey up on her knees straddling his hips and Finn behind her, steady as stone, his hands firm on her hips. “You ready, Poe?”
“So ready,” Poe says, staring up at them in wonder. Rey chuckles softly and sinks down onto him, hot and tight and wet and kriffing hell perfect, leans back against Finn and rides Poe slow and sweet and easy, like she’s got all the time in the world. Finn’s hands move from her hips to skim across her stomach, cup her breasts, and Poe watches hungrily as Finn shows him exactly what Rey likes, how she prefers to be touched, the perfect way to make her moan and sigh and loll her head back in pleasure. It’s the most beautiful thing Poe’s ever seen, for about ten minutes, and then Finn slides one clever hand down between Rey’s legs and Rey arches against his fingers and cries out as she comes, and that, right there, is so beautiful Poe wants to frame it, wants to see it every moment for the rest of his life.
“Kriffing hell,” Poe says weakly, and Finn laughs against Rey’s hair, helps her slump down on the bed beside Poe and then sprawls out atop Poe, kisses him hard, and Poe ruts up against him helplessly, their cocks sliding against each other slick with Rey’s pleasure, Rey’s hand in his hair and Finn’s fingers tangled with his, pinning his hands to the pillows.
“Come for us, dearest,” Rey says softly, and Poe can’t help but obey, is gratified to hear Finn’s low cry of pleasure as he also reaches his peak, and lies there dazedly in the aftermath, slightly too warm and very sticky and happier than he thinks he’s ever been in his life.
“Next time,” he says at last, “I get to touch you, right?”
“Of course,” Rey says, and Finn nods, kissing Poe’s cheek.
“Mmkay then,” Poe says, kisses the nearest part of Finn - an earlobe, which makes Finn chuckle, the laughter shaking all of them - and sags back against the pillows, closing his eyes. “That’s alright.” He thinks a moment. “And I want to see the two of you together. And -”
Rey laughs, scratches her fingers through his hair to make him purr. “Everything,” she promises. “We’ll do everything with you.”
“That’ll take a while,” Poe observes, smiling.
“The rest of our lives,” Finn agrees softly.
Poe’s smile gets wider. “That sounds almost long enough,” he says contentedly, and isn’t surprised at all when that earns him a long, messy, absolutely perfect three-way kiss.