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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.

"Besides the fact that I'm only 'decorated' because I have more common sense than god gave a goldfish?" It wasn't entirely true, but he'd definitely gotten more accolades for having survived the crash and the time between the crash and actually being found than he'd gotten for his actual combat missions.

He gave a one-shouldered shrug before settling again, voice having dipped a little as he continued, "Because the company's better in this trash-heap trailer in a literal junkyard than it is in the detached garage that I've been living in because the house is too empty." He shook his head a little, hand having drifted down to Michael's side, just resting there, heavy and warm, "Nothing wrong with the house, it's just empty and for some reason I can't... can't handle that." He knew what the reason was, to some degree, but if he didn't specify -even to himself- he didn't have to think about it too hard and could just continue on like he had been.

Michael's jaw tightened slightly because that didn't feel like an accurate statement. He knew Poe too well for that. "They don't give just anyone that shit," Michael retorted. He's still feeling tension coiling through him but it's hard to hold onto it when the other's voice dips, when his hand rests heavy on his side.

Is Poe doing that on purpose?

He turns his eyes to him and sometimes Michael thinks there might be something in Poe that's just fucked up. Maybe that's why he likes Michael. Michael's more fucked up. Maybe that's not a fair thought to make even just inside his own head.

"The company would be better in town too, some respectable citizen..." he trails off, exhaling heavily. Is he just trying to push Poe away before Poe can decide he wants to leave?

It might have been a little bit on purpose, but not for the reasons Michael probably expected, mostly it was because Poe needed the grounding of the contact as well, the assurance that Michael wasn't actually going to try and squirm away right at that moment.

"Honestly I try to stay away from the respectable ones, more trouble than they're worth." He'd been a rule-abiding kid, for the most part, but both parents had made sure he knew he could question things, especially them, and that some rules were bendable and some weren't worth being followed in the first place. Most any 'respectable citizen' he'd met didn't do any of that.

"That's kind of backwards isn't it?" Michael questions, furrowing his brow. But he's calming down a little. Maybe it's the words, maybe it's the steady weight on his waist. He shifts to press in closer to Poe, pressing his face into his shoulder.

He brushes his hand over the other's arm, following it's length to where Poe's hand is on him.

It was reflex at that point to run his fingers along Michael's palm, just lacing their fingers a moment later, "Maybe a little, but Jesus, do you know how boring it is being with somebody respectable?"

He shook his head, pressing another kiss to the line of Michael's throat, since it was right there and he could, "Because it is real boring, and I don't handle boredom well." That and there would always come a time when they had a difference in what rules were actually optional and which weren't, and that wasn't something he thought he'd have to worry about with Michael.

Michael considered most rules optional so that's probably true. His fingers tightened to squeeze Poe's hand when their fingers were laced together. He exhaled shakily at the kiss to his throat. He was weak to that on any day but today it made his insides quiver a bit even the slightest of kisses or nips.

"I wouldn't say my experience with it had been boring," Michael murmurs all the same. Alex had been respectable. It had been one constant fight after another at some point. Michael nuzzles at Poe a little bit.

"Maybe the sex is just better with wild things."

But at some point this had stopped being just about the sex for Michael, and he's still largely uncertain if Poe felt the same way. But Michael sure as hell isn't going to ask.

"Oh undoubtedly." He replied, giving Michael's hand a squeeze, "But I kind of thought that this was more than that by now." And it was probably not the best time to mention it, when they were both hormone-addled and still quite literally tied together so that neither of them could actually get away from the conversation if they wanted to.

But then, Poe was notoriously easy to distract at a time like this, so it wouldn't be too difficult to derail the conversation instead.

Michael looks surprised, really, that Poe said it so plainly. He tilted his head so he could look at Poe directly. There's a vulnerableness in his eyes that maybe at any other time he'd be able to mask but not when there's hormones, not when their bodies are tied together like this.

"It is..." Michael admits, and maybe it's more terrifying to admit that than it is to realize that it's true.

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