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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.

Michael liked the bite so it certainly wasn't any sort of deterrent for him. He could feel Poe climaxing inside of him even as his own release was starting to ebb away. He gripped at Poe's back through it as his other hand slid out of his hair. The rutting as the other couldn't get any deeper still sent shocks of pleasure throughout Michael. His leg instinctively tightened where he'd wrapped it around the other's waist.

He was still hazy and coherent speech wasn't quite there as he tugged Poe's hair, pulling him into a kiss that still held a thread of hunger and need.

More kissing -particularly while still being clung to like that- was all well and good with Poe, who wasn't entirely sure he even wanted to try words yet himself, though he couldn't help but smile into the kiss, especially with that lingering edge of need running through it. It meant they would definitely get to the 'go again' portion of the plan.

Although he wasn't yet ready for the 'take a nap' portion, he knew it would be soon anyway and he drew away from the kiss just far enough to rest his brow against Michael's temple, nuzzling at his cheek and making a content little sound in his throat, finally managing to sort out words with a quiet: "You good?"

Michael kept his eyes closed as the other pressed against his temple, the nuzzling. It all helped him calm down and start to focus at least a little bit.

"Mmhm," is Michael's answer, his hand rubbed over Poe's back as if searching for the area that he'd scratched to make sure he hadn't done too much damage.

"Good." There was another little grumble even as he arched slightly into Michael's hand on his back, like a cat readjusting into a petting hand. There was a little twitch of his mouth and a quiet huff of noise when fingers slid across the worst of the scratches, which weren't actually that bad, but it was a reflexive thing in response to an almost-unexpected discomfort.

"S'fine." He said almost immediately, pressing another quick kiss to the line of Michael's jaw, "I've got worse from Bee when I'm not fast enough with the treats." His voice was still a low drawl, not quite as rough at the edges as it had been before, but still rougher than usual.

Poe's voice is still kind of doing that thing that makes him feel a little squirmy just then. Michael shifts, his fingers tracing the scratches a moment longer before dropping away from them.

"Didn't mean to," he mumbled, his hand pressing his shoulder where the other had bitten. "Harder next time," he comments softly. There's still the edge of heat but it's been staved off a little bit. He can think again.

He's a mess between his own come, Poe's and the mess of wetness that had accumulated with his arousal and heat. It wouldn't be getting much better until it passes. "Don't deserve you, Poe."

Poe doesn't deserve to have to deal with Michael. Poe's respectable. Why did Michael have such a knack for being pulled into the orbit of these respectable guys that he's just a black mark on their reputations?

He smiled at the request, making a warm, wordless sound of agreement, he didn't mind doing so, he just waited until it was Michael's idea, careful as always not to make demands and always trying not to overstep.

At the statement that followed, however, he did lever himself up just far enough to actually focus on Michael's face, trying to determine whether this was the usual almost-token protest, or if it was something deeper, "I'm here because I want to be." Either the immediate 'here' of being tangled up in bed together, or the bigger picture 'here' of being with Michael in general, the answer was the same either way.

Michael reaches up and cups Poe's face with his bad hand, the fingers are always more difficult to control on it so there's not much more than a touch there. He looks away from Poe.

Just because Poe wanted to be there didn't mean he deserved everything that came with Michael Guerin. "You still deserve better."

Michael didn't often get so honest. He was never much of a liar but he skirted the edges of truth by diverting by throwing at people what he thinks they're thinking about him instead of actually anything honestly michael.

"I don't even fucking know when I'm going into heat." It's really the least of the problems he has.

He tilted his head easily into the touch all the same, turning a moment later to press a kiss to the middle of Michael's palm before replying: "Been deciding for myself what I deserve since I was about sixteen, but I'll take your input into consideration."

Another smile followed as he dropped a kiss to the arch of the other man's neck, since it was right there when he turned away like that, "You might be surprised how many people don't." From what he understood, aside from people who tracked that kind of thing obsessively, or people on some kind of suppressants, it was actually a fairly common problem.

Michael rolls his eyes. If he weren't still struggling against his hormones he likely would be starting a fight right about there or something to that effect.

The kiss made Michael cave a little. It was hard to stay defiant even a little bit like this and it frustrated him to no end. "Whatever," he muttered, and really his moody nature is more of a facet of his personality than something he can blame on going into heat.

"You're this decorated military man and you're in this trashheap of a trailer in an actual junk yard with riff-raff criminal," he's really kind of stuck on it right now, sorry Poe. "What's wrong with you that you choose to be here?"

At least with Alex, he'd known what it was. It was nostalgia. It was that cosmic connection they'd had when they were kids but with Poe? He just couldn't figure out why Poe wanted to be there and maybe on a good day it bugged him but he pushed it out of his mind. He spent his time expecting Poe to get tired of him and leave, like he was some interesting detour or something.

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