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.
That was the thing about Poe, he usually said exactly what he meant, and now was no exception, it was more a case of being especially now, because he wouldn't have been able to lie even if he wanted to.
Which was probably part of what had that lingering edge of tension sliding off his shoulders, the concern that maybe he'd overstepped, that maybe all Michael wanted was a warm body when he needed it and someone to bring him food sometimes otherwise. As that tension ebbed his smile emerged, broad and bright as ever, turning his head to hide it against Michael's neck just briefly before he managed to reply: "Good, glad we're on the same page."
Michael's free hand pressed into Poe's head when the other's face buried into his neck. He really doesn't get what he's done to have Poe stick around when he's been given a million reasons to just leave. Michael keeps expecting him to use one of those reasons any day.
But he doesn't.
He tilts his head a little, a smile on his lips too as he presses a kiss to Poe's mouth. "The sex is really, really good, though," he teases quietly. He can't help it and sex isn't far from his mind at the moment. His body is still on the verge of need.
It was probably a good thing that Poe could tell the difference between trying to scare someone off before they could leave unexpectedly, and actually wanting them to leave, and if it ever came to the point where Michael actually wanted him to leave, he would, because even with Michael giving him reasons to leave, he had just as many reasons to stay.
He angled his head up to return that kiss, and couldn't help but laugh at the statement that followed, just nodding and giving a little swivel of his hips, almost just to settle more comfortably and mostly just to get a reaction, "Yeah, yeah it is."
It was definitely a good thing. Michael didn't really understand it, though, that Poe got what he was trying to do. He didn't get that the balance just weighed in reasons to stay rather than reasons to leave. Poe isn't like Alex who had always been looking for a reason to walk away even when Michael wasn't trying to give him reasons.
Michael inhales sharply when the other's hips moved, his hand squeezed harder on the other's and he wonders if Poe could tell that that just made Michael all the wetter down there. He kisses him again. "Not fair to do that to me right now."
He couldn't tell for sure, not while they were still tied, but it didn't really matter, because he just smiled into the kiss, returning it easily enough and humming low in his throat, not quite a growl and really more of a purr, pleased and amused at once, "Absolutely unfair." He agreed a moment later, unrepentant and without actually pulling away from kiss-proximity, lips brushing against Michael's as he spoke.
He did settle back a moment later, however, gaze skimming the other man's face for any sign of actual distress, "You still alright?"
Michael's eyes were closed as the other stayed so close. He was focused in on every little thing about Poe still, the sounds that he made, how he breathed... everything. He pushed his hand through his hair, hand resting on the back of his head.
The question made him open his eyes and he shifted slightly. "I'm alright."
He smiled at the response, unlacing their fingers for a moment so that he could run his hand through Michael's hair, drawing the sweat-damp strands back from his face, then smoothed his palm along the thigh still hitched up against his hip, taking the other man's hand again a moment later as he replied, "Good."
It had been all he needed to hear, really, and the fact that Michael was still more-or-less relaxed against him helped too, they'd definitely need another round, probably more than one, but a few minutes to recover was a good thing.
It hadn't even occurred to Poe that Michael would have noticed that, or noticed it as being anything out of the ordinary, though he really supposed it should have. And since they were, apparently, already on the emotional roller-coaster, he figured that just answering was better than trying to brush it off.
Of course, actually putting that answer into words was going to take him a moment, brow creasing a little, tongue pressed against the edges of his teeth, "Mostly? It's because I didn't want you to feel like I thought less of you, don't want you to feel trapped." Another beat, "And mostly it's because when I first manifested, I swore that I was never going to lose control. We've all heard a horror story or two, right?" He wasn't actually looking for confirmation, those stories were common enough and he knew it, "I just never realized before how easy it would be to do so, how much one person could make me want to."
Michael would have to be in a compromised position like this to actually ask that question if it wasn't in a fit of anger. He tilted his head as he watched the other think, as he thought about the answer he was given.
"I choose to ...trust... you," Michael hesitates over the word because it's a word he struggles with. He barely trusts Isobel and Max sometimes and there's been times when he didn't trust them at all. But he's learning to trust Poe bit by bit.
Michael's heard more than a few horror stories. He's maybe experienced a couple in the foster care system before he jetted out of it completely and lived in his truck instead (because that had been safe). But he'd never really talked about a lot of things with Poe from that time period of his life. He barely talked about Isobel and Max and their growing up.
"You don't have to be so careful," Michael says quietly, not invalidating what the other feels, at least he's not trying to. "You won't go too far and I know I'm not trapped, that you'd never... I just know."
That first answer had something warming in his chest, and that at least he was going to blame on the hormones, but it was still something he was going to treasure anyway, mostly because he knew Michael didn't trust easily.
The rest, however, just made him smile, fingers reaching up to brush over the already-fading bitemark he'd left on Michael's shoulder, "Yeah, figured you'd say that." His brow creased, some kind of concern filtering across his features again, "Just... promise you'll actually push me off if I do go too far?" He knew a little of what Michael was capable of, and that if those abilities were a reflex, engaging them even in the heat of the moment should still be possible.
"I promise," Michael says but he knows the othe won't. He shifts slightly, enough so he can press his forehead to Poe's as he closes his eyes.
If he really needed things to stop, his powers weren't turned off even when he was in heat, if anything they could get stronger which could be a double edged sword so he tended not to use them at all when he wasn't balanced.
Poe's head rocked forward slightly, returning that press and taking a slow, steadying breath, hand skimming down from Michael's shoulder to his side once more, tugging him a little closer, "Time for the nap part of the plan, I think." He said, voice a warm murmur, eyes still closed, just basking, really.
Michael nodded slightly, content to be pulled closer to Poe's warm body. He nuzzles at him. "I'm going to need you again after," he informs Poe but he knows he already knows that.
There was another easy smile at that, relaxing further, letting his breathing remain steady, "That's the plan. As many times as you need me." And just because they'd caught it early didn't mean it wouldn't end up being a marathon in the end all the same.
Michael tucks his head down a little, and the exhaustion settled in more heavily and quickly. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep even so the sleep wouldn't last all that long before the need woke him again.
Poe didn't expect the sleep would last long, they probably wouldn't get more than a half hour or so at a time until they'd finally actually exhausted each other, which was bound to happen at least once.
He wasn't sure if it was rising body heat or the renewed, still too fucking good smell that stirred him, or if it were both, or neither, but it didn't really matter much whatever had caused it, because he just hummed, nuzzling the line of Michael's throat, breathing him in even as his hand splayed against the small of the other man's back again.
Michael was stirring already by the time Poe's actions really started to awaken his consciousness. A quiet sound escaped him at the nuzzle along his throat, the hand at his back. He could clearly feel the state that he was already falling into.
He tugged lightly at Poe's hair urging him to kiss him. It was a sleepy kiss but it was needy and hungry all the same.
There was a pleased sound at that tug of his hair, tilting his head up so that he could claim that kiss, keeping it slow and gentle for the time being, coaxing more than demanding.
It only took him a moment to realize that not only had his knot gone down, but he'd actually slipped free of the warm clutch of Michael's body even in that short a span of time. Not that it was unexpected, really, but it was almost disappointing.
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"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.
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He brushes his hand over the other's arm, following it's length to where Poe's hand is on him.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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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Which was probably part of what had that lingering edge of tension sliding off his shoulders, the concern that maybe he'd overstepped, that maybe all Michael wanted was a warm body when he needed it and someone to bring him food sometimes otherwise. As that tension ebbed his smile emerged, broad and bright as ever, turning his head to hide it against Michael's neck just briefly before he managed to reply: "Good, glad we're on the same page."
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But he doesn't.
He tilts his head a little, a smile on his lips too as he presses a kiss to Poe's mouth. "The sex is really, really good, though," he teases quietly. He can't help it and sex isn't far from his mind at the moment. His body is still on the verge of need.
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He angled his head up to return that kiss, and couldn't help but laugh at the statement that followed, just nodding and giving a little swivel of his hips, almost just to settle more comfortably and mostly just to get a reaction, "Yeah, yeah it is."
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Michael inhales sharply when the other's hips moved, his hand squeezed harder on the other's and he wonders if Poe could tell that that just made Michael all the wetter down there. He kisses him again. "Not fair to do that to me right now."
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He did settle back a moment later, however, gaze skimming the other man's face for any sign of actual distress, "You still alright?"
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The question made him open his eyes and he shifted slightly. "I'm alright."
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It had been all he needed to hear, really, and the fact that Michael was still more-or-less relaxed against him helped too, they'd definitely need another round, probably more than one, but a few minutes to recover was a good thing.
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"Why are you always so careful?" Michael questions after a moment. "I'm not going to break."
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Of course, actually putting that answer into words was going to take him a moment, brow creasing a little, tongue pressed against the edges of his teeth, "Mostly? It's because I didn't want you to feel like I thought less of you, don't want you to feel trapped." Another beat, "And mostly it's because when I first manifested, I swore that I was never going to lose control. We've all heard a horror story or two, right?" He wasn't actually looking for confirmation, those stories were common enough and he knew it, "I just never realized before how easy it would be to do so, how much one person could make me want to."
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"I choose to ...trust... you," Michael hesitates over the word because it's a word he struggles with. He barely trusts Isobel and Max sometimes and there's been times when he didn't trust them at all. But he's learning to trust Poe bit by bit.
Michael's heard more than a few horror stories. He's maybe experienced a couple in the foster care system before he jetted out of it completely and lived in his truck instead (because that had been safe). But he'd never really talked about a lot of things with Poe from that time period of his life. He barely talked about Isobel and Max and their growing up.
"You don't have to be so careful," Michael says quietly, not invalidating what the other feels, at least he's not trying to. "You won't go too far and I know I'm not trapped, that you'd never... I just know."
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The rest, however, just made him smile, fingers reaching up to brush over the already-fading bitemark he'd left on Michael's shoulder, "Yeah, figured you'd say that." His brow creased, some kind of concern filtering across his features again, "Just... promise you'll actually push me off if I do go too far?" He knew a little of what Michael was capable of, and that if those abilities were a reflex, engaging them even in the heat of the moment should still be possible.
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If he really needed things to stop, his powers weren't turned off even when he was in heat, if anything they could get stronger which could be a double edged sword so he tended not to use them at all when he wasn't balanced.
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He wasn't sure if it was rising body heat or the renewed, still too fucking good smell that stirred him, or if it were both, or neither, but it didn't really matter much whatever had caused it, because he just hummed, nuzzling the line of Michael's throat, breathing him in even as his hand splayed against the small of the other man's back again.
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He tugged lightly at Poe's hair urging him to kiss him. It was a sleepy kiss but it was needy and hungry all the same.
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It only took him a moment to realize that not only had his knot gone down, but he'd actually slipped free of the warm clutch of Michael's body even in that short a span of time. Not that it was unexpected, really, but it was almost disappointing.
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