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He made a thoughtful sound, and he'd been about to explain that in high school and the first year of college, the assholes bringing guitars to parties really only knew one chord, so it was easy to show them up, but then the question came in and he didn't quite know how to answer.

"How self-centered does it sound if I say that I know it's because you're the one who needs me? Out of everyone I could, possibly, potentially be with?" It wasn't that he thought Michael needed to be fixed, or even that he'd be the best person for the job, but if he could be the kind of stability, a sort of emotional firebreak that Michael needed, he was happy to do so for however long it lasted.

Michael likes that answer. It's honest. And it's true. Michael needs Poe. It's not just the whole he definitely does not have everything down in the omega department. That's the least of it. He'd needed someone when his life was falling apart as it had been, thinks really, actually ending with Alex. What he'd lost just as he'd found out he had it in the secret prison. He'd been falling apart and Max and Isobel had their own dramas and Michael had never been someone who could ask for help, who could need it.

So he'd kept it together for his family because that's what he did. That's all he knew how to do and then Poe was there out of nowhere, suddenly a support beam for Michael. And he still didn't know what to do with that. He still didn't totally trust that it was safe and secure. That it wouldn't just collapse the moment he stopped expecting it to.

"Very romantic," he smirks but there's no malice and the honesty lifted the dark cloud a little bit. Honesty tends to have that effect on Michael. It still hasn't dawned on him that this extra level of raw emotion is definitely not completely ordinary.

There was an easy, warm break of a laugh at that response, shaking his head and nudging at Michael's foot under the table again, "You should know by now that me and Romance are only passingly acquainted." Another little head shake, smile spreading, "What I've got is a certain kind of charm, one that, if I'm not mistaken," And here he shifted forward again, resting the back of his hand against Michael's temple, brow and other temple as if testing for a fever, "You're going to need some of pretty soon here."

It was always possible that it wasn't actually an oncoming heat and that it was just Michael feeling talkative for once, but he doubted that.

Michael isn't much for romance either. Most of it seemed false in some way. Michael raises his brow at the other's comment and he frowns briefly. "Dammit," he mutters, mostly because once Poe put it out there it's more obvious to him. His head had tilted into that touch as simple as it was.

Going into heat was far more realistic of an explanation than Michael suddenly wanting to pour his feelings out and bare his insecurities they way he'd just shown Poe some. Despite the dynamic at play between them Michael had always done his best not to be vulnerable even with Poe.

And there'd been very vulnerable in the honesty of his mental state for once.

"Thought as much." He nodded then, smile relaxing into something softer, amused and companionable instead of keeping that predatory edge it had had at the outset, "What do you need from me?"

Generally speaking he just didn't want Poe making demands, which was fine, since Poe didn't particularly like making them, and he was generally content to follow Michael's lead as far as what he needed from moment to moment because it could sometimes change just that quickly.

Although this time it was still early enough, he was fairly certain, that they had time to make some longer-term preparations if needed.

Michael wouldn't admit as such out loud but he knew he was fucking lucky with Poe. He'd been in crappy situations before, situations that led to holing up in heat being better than asking anyone for help. Poe had never taken away Michael's agency even when it felt like Michael had lost it. It's one of the things he's most afraid of. He'd grown up afraid of being caught by the government, locked up in some lab and experimented on because he was an alien. The things to be worried about hadn't lessened with age.

Michael grabs a fry and twirls it around for a minute before it tossing it back down, hands rubbing on his jeans. He really wasn't hungry.

"Let's fuck," he says, it'd take the edge of this, kick the can down the road which Michael is more than happy to do. And it's not like he doesn't thoroughly enjoy sex with Poe anyway.

"Not going to make you say it twice." He replied, even as he pushed himself to his feet, offering Michael a hand up if he wanted it.

Even if he didn't take it, the first thing Poe did when he was on his feet was to tug him just that much closer, just keeping one long line of contact between them, one hand settling at Michael's hip while the other threaded through his hair to draw him into a kiss as Poe had learned that was the best way to gauge how far gone he actually was and how quickly he was likely to drop into incoherency, if it got that far unchecked.

Michael did take Poe’s hand. It’s with his good hand so he laces their fingers together. It’s one of the natural affections that come to him. He likes the feeling of it. He let it go once their bodies were pulled close. He seems to melt a little into Poe.

He still had control of most of his faculties. The hand in his hair had his head tilting and he kissed Poe openly, a need and hunger burning underneath the edges. It wouldn’t be long really before it’d be something he had a harder time dealing with but it’d been manageable with Poe. Poe has known how to help him.

His hands cupped Poe’s face as they kiss, before pressing back into the man’s hair, holding him close into the kiss so it lingers longer.

He smiled into the kiss, making a content little sound in his throat even as he slid the hand at Michael's hip up under his shirt, fingers pressing against warm skin, keeping him held close even as he took a shuffling half-step backwards to pull him away from the table, just glad there really wasn't that much ground to cover before they hit the bed.

Which was when he finally drew away, partly so they could both catch their breath, and partly so that he could hook his thumbs in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up off over his head, dragging a hand back through his hair once he'd done so in a futile attempt to get it all going the same direction.

There's not much ground to cover from one end of the trailer to the other end. Poe's hand felt cool against his heated skin. Michael always ran hotter than a human but his temperature often rose even higher when he's going into heat. He didn't want the kiss to break, reluctantly dropping his hands away from the other's hair so his shirt could be discarded. It isn't the worst trade of all.

Michael reached to pull Poe in again for another kiss not wanting the contact to break. Now that it'd started he felt the frenetic need for it surfacing.

Oh so that's how it was going to be, it was going to be a case of Poe basically just holding on for the ride. He was fine with that, not that other times weren't fine, it was all fine, most of it was actually pretty great, and he just grinned for a moment before delving into the kiss again, hand settling against the small of Michael's back, bunching up his shirt again to press flat against skin.

He was definitely warmer than usual, but not enough to be a concern just yet, and if they did this right he wouldn't ever get that warm. He gave a little nip to Michael's lower lip before running a string of kisses along the line of his jaw and down his throat, speaking between kisses, lips still close enough to brush skin as he did, "First we're gonna have to do something about the pants." His smile curled against the corner of Michael's jaw, "But after that I'm gonna lay you down, work you open," A low hum against the pulse point at the base of Michael's throat, "Then we're gonna fuck until we can't anymore, then we're gonna nap, rehydrate and go again."

Michael's kisses are always a bit wild, there's the part of him that needs and wants that shows it's face in the intimacy of kissing. The raw hunger is always more than what it appears to be on the surface. He wants to push to kiss some more when Poe's nipping his lip, the other's mouth venturing away from his. His hands move over the other's side as he does, fingers curling in.

But the plan the other laid out is one that's easy enough to get behind and follow. Michael's hands drop to his pants as he works them open. He can already start to feel the way that his body is aching and ready for this. It'd been building and he'd just been ignoring it but he's always ignoring it until he can't or until Poe notices.

He kicks his shoes off not the easiest feat with cowboy boots but he's had practice. "You're goddamned good at plans," he mutters.

He laughed warmly at that response, stepping out of his own shoes and shucking his pants, kicking them off in the same general direction his shirt had gone in, and he'd worry about that later, hours or days or whenever it was they decided they had to actually put clothes on again, "Yeah, well, that's easy when the plans aren't complicated."

He knew better than to imply that Michael was easy, not that he would have, but it was the kind of thing people said about omegas in general and often. But the plan in and of itself was easy, nice and straightforward and definitely open to improvisation and changing things partway through.

He beamed when Michael got his pants open, stepping closer again to just slide his hands down over the other man's sides and hips, peeling him out of them and not-quite shoving him backwards onto the bed as he did so.

Michael's shirt joins the pile of garments growing on the floor. He lets Poe deal with his pants. If anyone else had said the word 'easy' in any context relating to anything sexual then Michael probably would have gotten pissed off and defensive but with Poe... Michael might not trust Poe completely but he does trust him more than most humans.

"I don't make plans," Michael says and it's true enough. Even his whole build a ship home thing isn't so much a plan as... something he's attempting to just do.

Michael smirks a little at the way Poe touches him. The cool hands on the heated skin draw sparks on his nerve endings and his body is already full of need and heat. He lets Poe peel him out of the tight jeans that he wears as he settles back on the bed. Once the pants are off he doesn't bother closing his legs, letting them fall open, hips arching slightly in a way that's an attempt to present himself. It's the quiet way he asks for what he needs more and more each passing second.

"Oh, I'm aware." He replied, smiling again because at the moment he couldn't help it, "So it's a good thing one of us does." He added even as he settled one knee against the edge of the bed, the side of his thigh flush against one of Michael's, finally just stretching out alongside the other man, the predatory edge to his smile softening again, because it wasn't like he was actually going to have to fight for Michael's attention, he had it, it was just going to be up to him to keep it.

He claimed another kiss, deliberately slowing it down even as he dragged the edges of nails up the inside of Michael's thigh in one steady sweep. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep things slow for much longer, nor did he intend to, but he was going to make the most of it while he could. His fingers slid back down to knead at the meat of Michael's thigh just once, nudging his leg into a better angle and grazing fingertips across his entrance, just to gauge how ready he actually was and how much preparation was going to be needed.

Michael just grunts. Maybe it is. Maybe they'd still do just fine without plans but then again ... Michael's not a poster child for things going just fine so there's that against that argument. But it's a moot point, because Poe does make plans, good ones even the ones that are simple and easy.

Michael keeps his eyes on the other, licking his lips before Poe kisses him again. He groans into the kiss, his hand gripping at the back of his head, hand sliding to the back of his neck as the other's nails tease his thigh. A tremble goes through him.

He's compliant to the nudging, more than eager to grant that access. There's a needy whimper that is lost in the kiss, one of the sounds Michael always hates to make, the kind he finds embarrassing but there's a wetness at his entrance his body lubricating already. The muscles flutter at the light touch but he stubbornly keeps his hips still despite the urges that are already there.

Poe didn't mind the noises, mostly because it was proof that he was doing something right, indication that he was doing something wrong was usually Michael shoving him off or just moving Poe's hands where he wanted them to be, which was also just fine with Poe.

He hummed again, low and pleased at that sensation, setting into working Michael open just like he'd said he was going to. Easy, deft movements of his fingers, the combination of knowing what he was doing and knowing what Michael liked worked out well for him.

He did have to break the kiss again to properly catch his breath once more, voice having dipped, gone rough-edged already as he murmured an encouragement of, "Just like that, I've got you." Against Michael's lips.

Michael's heart beat faster as the other's fingers worked him open. It's not a difficult thing to do. Poe knows his body and Michael's hormones do a number too. But it's mostly Poe touches him right, his body gives into every push and press of his fingers opening up for him and getting wetter the more Michael's stimulated.

The younger man is panting, his eyes unfocused for a minute before locking onto Poe after the kiss broke. His lips still parted and the other's voice was... when it got like that it sent shivers down Michael's spine. Michael touches the side of Poe's face, kissing again as his hips press toward the other's hand, impatient and needy.

His hand moves down, over his throat, fingers spread out over his chest to reach his cock and stroking it.

That earned him a breathless little laugh, cock twitching at the touch. He'd already been more than half hard, but the stroke was enough to bring him the rest of the way there, and his fingers curled more intently again in retaliation, as if trying to draw Michael closer.

He turned his head slightly to nip at the slope of Michael's shoulder, mostly just to make sure he was paying attention to the question and not just the cadence of Poe's voice when he asked: "You want to ride or you want me to pin you down?" And yeah, he probably should have asked that before now, but he didn't think Michael was too far gone to process it.

Michael gasped out, his hand tightening on Poe's cock minutely as a shock of pleasure and desire rushed over him. There was a haze of need that was settling over him. He stroked him a few more times before he rested his hand on Poe's side but he was gripping him tightly there, like he's trying to anchor himself in coherency still. It was easy once they started to get lost.

The nip focuses him slightly, enough, anyway. He could easy get lost in the sound of Poe's voice when he's like this. Fuck, it's hard to make decisions at this point but he knows he likes having the choices given to him.

"Pin me down," he answers, though the answer had very nearly been 'yes' becuase that had been the first word that popped into his brain upon hearing the question.

Truthfully, Poe would have accepted 'yes' as an answer and made the most of it, he'd worked with less before and it had turned out alright.

Getting an actual answer was better, though, because he twisted over almost immediately, fingers stilling for a moment as he did so before returning to working Michael open, his other hand sliding along one thigh and up over his hip, steady and solid against his side for a moment, almost as if he needed to remind Michael where his edges were and what space he was taking up.

It was only a moment more before he was finally withdrawing his fingers, giving the other man's cock one easy, lingering stroke even as he shifted his hips a little, hand dipping between them again to actually line himself up. One hand curled against Michael's hip as he leaned in to kiss him again, hips rolling forward as he did so, just one steady inexorable push, ready to pause the movement if he needed to, but fairly sure he wouldn't.

The muscles around Poe's fingers were pliant, Michael relaxing and making the job of working him open not particularly difficult. His body was needing this and he was wanting it. He could follow Poe's touches his thoughts narrowing on the touch, the other's hand along his side and there was something rounding in that. That's another thing that Poe was good at doing.

"Fuck," Michael exhales when the other gives his cock that one stroke, his hips shifting. He was sensitive and he was needy. His good hand grasped at Poe's side and he looked up at him until Poe leans in. Their lips meet and his eyes fall shut. There's a moan of pleasure that's muffled by their lips connecting, his hips lifting to encourage Poe. He didn't need any pauses. He needed Poe to not stop moving.

The curse, the way Michael was clinging to him, even the muffled moan and the shift of his hips were all enough for Poe to understand he was definitely on the right track and he shifted his weight forward a little, bracing himself on one elbow beside Michael's head, fingers in the other man's hair while the other hand continued roaming along his thigh, kneading or pressing with nails here and there.

It was only a few moments before he'd settled into a steady -though arrhythmic- pace, one or two full-length thrusts followed by two or three shorter, rolling movements when he was already fully-seated

Michael is lost in everything that Poe's doing. It's the haze that with most people he'd hate to know he'd been in it around them. But Michael could trust Poe not to take advantage of him when he was in heat. He took care of Michael, gave him what he needed. It didn't hurt that Michael was able to give Poe things too. But it's not as if he was thinking it deeply right then. There's very few coherent thoughts remaining while the other's length was inside of him.

His good hand moved from Poe's side to his back, spreading out, nails digging in slightly. The damaged hand he rarely used during sex even when he was lacking in thinking straight, there's a muscle memory to knowing the limitations of it. The frustration when he couldn't do simple tasks when it'd seize up. So it's curled into the blanket below them until he needs it.

He breaks the kiss to take a deep breath, his pupils blown a bit as he looks at Poe. "Don't hold back," Michael tells him, working together the full sentence that expresses what he wants, or what he needs. He's not sure where want becomes need.

He drew back slightly, enough to settle into a series of short, shallow thrusts, hand curling against Michael's thigh to hitch it up a little higher against his hip, an angle that would open him up just a little further, letting Poe slide that much deeper when the time came, though they still had some time before then, and longer than he'd thought if Michael was still capable of full and coherent sentences, even short ones.

He smiled again, pressing a kiss to the corner of Michael's mouth, the wing of his nose, head dipping to nuzzle at his temple briefly before turning his head to nibble along the line of his jaw again, always careful about not biting too hard unless it was somewhere that could be covered up, "You know I won't." He replied, that gravelly edge back to his voice, likely to stay there for a while yet.

That was also when he rocked his hips forward more firmly, filling the other man completely again and giving another little forward grind of his hips like he needed to prove he couldn't actually get any deeper, "You know I'll give you what you need."

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