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@vuuelo​ sent a transmission :  poe giving both of them kisses tbh. lazy kisses that turn into hot and heavy with gripping hips and biting lips

          TWO IS COMPANY,  THREE IS A CROWD.    That was how the saying went and yet Kylo had found out a while back that it didn’t hold much truth.    How could it when there was nowhere else that felt as right as it did when with the two of them  ?    His train of thoughts being brought to a alt at the feeling of Poe’s hand moving over his thigh,  the touch earning a soft hum from him,  teeth ever so slightly scraping against the tender skin at the junction of the pilot's neck and shoulder before he let his mouth work on leaving a mark on that very same spot.    Still there was the subtle hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips as dark hazel hues watched Armitage leaning closer.    One of Armitage’s hand coming to rest against the bed for balance as he let the fingers of the free one trail over Poe’s stomach,  moving upward,  the touch barely there,  almost feather like before he cupped his jaw,  thumb brushing along his bottom lip,  and mere seconds later it was replaced by a pair of lips,  the general capturing Poe’s mouth into a lingering kiss,  one that was quick to heat up,   fingers sliding through the soft curls of the pilot.  

           The kiss breaking off only when Kylo found himself nuzzling against Poe’s cheek,  almost as he was demanding to be paid attention to,  a wish that was granted when Armitage all but moved to press a brief kiss upon his lips after pulling away from the other.    His fingers tugging ever so slightly at Poe’s hair when he then was back to paying attention to the pilot,  lips brushing along his jawline before leaning back just enough so he could watch as Kylo took a hold of Poe’s chin,  bringing him into a kiss,  that had nothing delicate about it.

they have been apart for months now, the war between the resistance and the first order had managed to take its toll. admiral varn being as vicious has ever while his fleet rampaged cross the outer rim system to bestow the order it so desperately needed. still in his never resting mind was the thought of one pilot, a man to which respect meant little. a foolish risk to seek him out, foolish to believe that the man would realize what grave error he had made when joining with those that opposed true order. the shuttle landed near an old imperial outpost, a hooded figure ever gracefully stepping out to seek the man his heart had ached for. if his shuttle had been tracked, both varn and dameron would meet their eventual doom. ‘’ you do know i can see your droid hiding behind a crate, yes? ‘’ words were softer than before, the holorecordings showing a side of the admiral that would frighten the masses - keep them in line to prevent further uprisings. but for poe his facade had dropped, instead a simple man approached his lover. ‘’ it is a wonder that the resistance allows you to play spy, you seem absolutely terrible at it. espeically if you keep on bringing that ball. ‘’ 

     @vuuelo​: “is that an invitation?”

      “Looks like it. Pretty fancy. I wasn’t expecting that.” Ben laid the mail on the table and grabbed his still warm coffee from the counter. “It’s from Rey so I’m assuming it has something to do with her wedding. I’m almost sure mom helped her pick those out, Rey seems more like the type to just write it on an index card and send it out.” 

His mother had been helping her plan the wedding for ages now. Rey was marrying a woman that he hadn’t met yet so it could have been her that picked out the invitations. To be fair, he’d been busy with work so he hadn’t had the chance to catch up with her. His mistake. 

Finished commission for @vuuelo! Sith!Poe [ CLICK IMAGE FOR HIGHER QUALITY ]

Thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your boy and concept!! He was a thrill to do and I'm so happy you love the finished piece! 💕

@vuuelo asked :   ❛ [ “ come back in the sheets, red. " it's a murmur, and the pilot tugs the slender man back into the blankets. a soft breath, and his face hides into red locks of hair. " s'too early to be up..... ” ] ❜ / always accepting.

sunlight is still cold and white ,  it pours down onto the pair ,  slids between the black curls of the pilot that laid beside him  ──   poe is a sight to behold in the morning yet he is also distracting if you ask armitage . it's not like he had many duties in the resistance ,  but mustering up the strength & confidence to face the angry resistance members needed some time . red couldn't make it out of the bed because a strong arm was bringing back into warm .  ( he's your home , you breathe for him )  his breathy chuckle is quiet .    ❝ i have gotten used to it . ❞   being up early that is , but the redhead made no attempt to move out of the other's arms . bare and warm , caging him .  armitage shifts until he's facing the man so it was easier to kiss top of his head , where his wild curls grew .    ❝ generals should be up early , you know that right ? ❞