Michael isn't even aware of the noises he's making, the moans and mewls, more than a few sounds that on a normal day he would have thought humiliating but just then everything felt so good, perfect. There was something in the other's bite, the insistence of it and Michael's hand buries into Poe's hair.

His body tightened around Poe as he experienced the bite, grasping at him and maybe in all the incoherence his name slipped out more than a few times like a prayer or a plea.