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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."

Michael shifted as the other guided his thigh up. The shift was enough that he felt the difference. He'd hold his leg in place even if the other let go of his thigh. He huffed at some of the light kisses, the ones that weren't thoroughly satisfying but he enjoyed them still. The attention, the affection. He closes his eyes at the nuzzling though, a quiet contented sound in the back of his throat just for a moment but it didn't last.

Michael starts to lose the coherence, the way Poe always sounds when he's fucking him is like it's own aphrodisiac of some sort. He grasped at his back harder, blunt nails digging into his back as his back arched at that thrust. His mind short circuited a bit and all he could feel was the pleasure and the heat and the need. There's a low whimper at the way his hips grind against him, just enough to be something but it wasn't actual movement, it wasn't a deeper thrust.

There's no words then, just a moan as Michael presses his head back into the bed. He knew what Poe was saying but if he'd been ask to tell him what he said he definitely wouldn't be able to repeat it.

That was what he'd been waiting for, that arch, that near-inevitable surrender, and it was only as he rolled his hips back again, withdrawing for another full thrust that he realized his knot was starting to swell, not yet enough to tie them together, but certainly enough to be felt.

He grinned against Michael's throat, nipping there as well, teeth setting against the line of his pulse thudding away against his skin. Poe's hips settled into another series of short, rolling thrusts, only deep enough to press that budding swell against his rim each time. He didn't intend it as a tease as much as a promise of what was to come, especially as he didn't keep it up for long, finally rolling forward fully again, releasing his tooth-hold as he did so simply so that he didn't do any actual damage.

Michael groaned when he finally got what he wanted. Poe was moving and it was hard to stay still. He grasped at his back, his hand soothing up to his shoulder, holding on to it. He could feel the swell, promise of the knot and it made him need. But it only turned into more of Poe teasing him. He let out a frustrated whine, a sure sign that he is past the point of no return. He was also at the point where he couldn’t verbalize his complaint either. He pushed his hips into the other instead at first

But the teeth on his neck, subdue him a bit, he grasps at his shoulder, and moans as the thrusts aren’t nearly enough.

Michael moans more fully as Poe slips fully inside again, his hips meeting the others and it causes another small arch of his back.

The hand in Michael's hair tightened a little, and the hand at his thigh skimmed up and over his hip, around to the small of his back, pressing into that arch to keep him in place there, needing another point of contact between them himself.

His breathing was starting to be edged with a growl on the exhale, and how Michael always got him so wound up so easily was something he still puzzled over when he wasn't right in the middle of it. It wasn't the kind of thing that usually happened to him, in fact, keeping control of himself was one of the things he prided himself on, and while he didn't get totally lost to it, he still got closer to lost with Michael than he had anyone else.

He settled into rolling, grinding thrusts again, rocking fully forward and withdrawing just until he felt the tug of his knot against Michael's entrance, knowing that it wouldn't be long at all now before they both finally crested. An actual growl spooled out of his chest, burying his face against the line of Michael's throat, managing a half-breathless: "Fuck you smell good."

At some point one of Michael's legs just hooked around Poe. He wasn't thinking about the action. He just wanted contact and wanted to keep the man close. He didn't really know the effect he had on Poe, that it was different in any way. It's hard to say that if he knew if he'd be pleased or if it'd make him want to push Poe away. Already, sometimes, Michael has tried to push Poe away because what they have is good beyond the sex.

Michael's lost to the way Poe is fucking him, each pull he felt the other's knot and it sent a burst of sensation through him. The words don't fully register but Poe's voice does and Michael bites gives what's definitely not a coherent response that ends with a moan.

His bad hand finally lifts off the blanket burying into Poe's hair as the other's face presses into his throat which Michael bares to him instinctively.

Poe was already on edge and knew that Michael wasn't that far off himself, which was what had the hand at the small of Michael's back skimming around to wriggle between them again, grinning against the crook of Michael's neck as his fingers curled around the base of his cock. It only took him a moment to settle the movement of his hand into pace with the movement of his hips, a downward pull as his hips ground forward and an upward stroke as he drew back again.

He set his teeth briefly against the other man's pulse point again at the hand in his hair, though turned his head a little in an attempt to get a full breath that wasn't completely full of the scent of Michael's skin, making sure he was still aware enough of himself not to bite too hard, instead pouring that instinctive aggression into the movements of his hips, each thrust practically a full body movement at that point.

Michael shuddered when Poe touched his cock. He was extra sensitive and so close to the edge. His fingers twisted slightly in Poe's hair not letting go of it as the other's teeth press against his skin again. In that moment he would have welcome a bite that was too hard. He knew how good it would feel when he's so far gone already.

His body arches into every thrust, panted whimpers between moans and Michael's too far gone to give a damn how he sounds, the desperation all over him. Every sense was consumed by Poe, his scent, the feel of his body, if he opened his eyes the only sight he could focus on was his lover. Each breath Poe took, the growls when he exhaled all of it surrounded Michael.

It doesn't take a lot of direct stimulation to Michael's cock before he's coming, his nails digging into Poe's back thoughtlessly, dragging against the skin.

The nails were enough to get Poe biting harder than before at the curve of Michael's shoulder in something like retaliation, though at the same time it wasn't an objection in the least. Sure, he knew that was going to sting like hell later, but at the moment it was perfect, it meant he'd done something right and all of it was enough to trigger his own climax.

He only half-bothered muffling his growl against Michael's skin, hips shuddering forward and settling into a series of short, solid thrusts even though he couldn't actually get any deeper, just letting instinct reign for a few breathless moments.

Relaxation afterwards came in stages, his breathing was the last thing to settle even as he shifted his weight a little, arm still curled around Michael's waist, not enough to turn them over onto their sides, but enough that he wasn't resting his entire weight on Michael's chest.

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