He looks up at you while you wet your own fingers, pushing aside your panties. Poe grips his cock, letting out a shaking groan, watching as he takes a shaky thumb to roll over the head. As soon as his wrists slip out you lean on your arms, one hand over your clothed mouth, watching him with heavy eyes. You place a chaste kiss on his lips before removing his restraints, taking your time to play with the buckle to watch him squirm. You smile, warm and genuine, making his heart flutter harder in his chest. “Fuck,” Poe’s eyes roll back again. “Fuck I’ll do anything for you.” Is that what you want, flyguy? You wanna cum for me?” “I’m not getting you off–” you begin but shush him right away when he whined, grabbing his throat. “ Listen. When you pull back his wet curls lay on his forehead, half lidded eyes and sweet moans escaping his throat. You suck on the tip of it, watching his head lean back into the damp pillow, popping it out of your mouth. His lips crash on yours and your teeth clink, his tongue heavy in your mouth. You want to rise up and not give him the satisfaction that you are feeling the same way, tearing at the seams and salivating at the sight, but you smirk and roll your eyes, leaning down to kiss his lips. His stomach caves in when you grind against it, flexing the muscle to add pressure to your aching clit. “Please what?” you muse, sitting in between his thighs. “P-please,” he shakes your name past his lips, face flushed red hot with shame. He gasps at the lost sensation, his eyes prickled with tears. “Watch your mouth, Dameron,” you laugh out loud, letting go of his cock. “Do you like that? Like being in control?” he shudders at your next kiss, dragging your lips upwards to rest on his bucking hips. You raise your eyebrow and suck in your teeth, placing a small kiss on his inner thigh. He was almost there, barely holding it together with the way you would tug and twist his cock, mouth slightly agape at the sight of his leaking head. His cock lays flushed against his stomach, red and hot and leaking, while his chest rises with great gulps. “With the way I’m about to have you,” you licked a stripe down his Adam’s apple, watching him shudder. “You’re going to wish you were free.” The buckle digs into the inside of his wrist but isn’t that what he asked for? He practically begged you to tighten them so he wouldn’t have room to move, but you promised him something even better: An unexpected turn of events removes the parents from their children, and they must race to reunite before the Empire, and Vader, could tear them apart. 9 years later, Obi & Padme's friendship has turned into a deep love and they're expecting a child together. Poe twists his wrist upwards but scoffs at the tug of leather. Obi, Padme and the twins hide on a remote planet from Vader, who believes them dead. I want to watch.”Ĩ7: “do you like that? like being in control?” Oh now you’re speaking my language with sub!Poe! Say lessssģ7.
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