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.
Michael didn't need the other demanding, eager already even if still a little lazy with the edges of sleep. But the kiss only further awakened the heat inside him. He was empty and he was already a mess but he didn't think about that. He was only going to get messier the further the heat went on.
He presses closer to Poe. "I won't break," he reminds him of the conversation they'd had before they'd fallen asleep, words whispered against his lips.
If past experience was any indication, it would be another round or two before either of them was settled enough to actually get cleaned up and even then it wouldn't last long as they'd probably go at least another round after.
There was a twitch of a smile at the reminder, hand sliding up Michael's spine to knead at the nape of his neck, just a full-handed pinch before winding his fingers through his hair, voice a warm murmur as he replied, "I know." Poe was just going to have to remind himself that Michael would definitely push him off if necessary, surge of hormones or not.
Michael made a quiet sound at the squeeze to his neck and then his head lulled into the other's fingers in his hair that even if he tried to do anything with it it still looked messy as curly as it was.
"I trust you," Michael says softly. "I want you," he adds. He needs him too but that's a given. Maybe it's partly the hormones but he knows it's true beyond the heat. He trusts, he wants, he needs. He never let the thoughts go further than those, though.
His hand rested on Poe's side, fingers curling in slightly. He knows that he's going to lose coherent thought again soon so he spent the time on telling Poe that.
Truthfully Poe appreciated his taking the time to say so now while he was still coherent and before the hormones were running the show again -insomuch as they weren't at the moment- because it did make it that much easier for him to believe, letting it sink in as best he could.
He hummed, hand sliding down along Michael's thigh as he asked: "How do you want me?" Poe figured he was still coherent enough for that decision, and if it turned out he wasn't, they'd still make it work, it wasn't like they hadn't done this before.
Michael is partly losing coherency and partly is just feeling like being a bit of a shit — good naturedly. He’s in a good mood now, a strange turn of event as it might be. He doesn’t bother trying to make a helpful or any sort of detailed answer about what wants.
Poe blinked twice, having expected an actual answer, and while the one he got was good, gave him all the important information, it was still deliberately vague and was enough to make him laugh, pinching at Michael's nape once more and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, "You're an ass." His tone was affectionate, making the jab into something that was almost an endearment.
"Will you be alright if I put you facedown?" Generally speaking he liked being able to see Michael's face, and was fairly sure that Michael liked being able to see his as well, but getting him on his belly meant that Poe would be able to get just that much deeper and move just that much harder, which was often what the second round needed.
Michael grins briefly at the pinch, but it also sends a shiver down his spine. He lifts his head to press into the kiss firmly even if it was quick. Yeah, he is an ass and he doesn’t mind Poe calling him out on it either.
“Yeah,” Michael nods, it isn’t always his favorite position, it’s a position lacking in immediate control but heat isn’t really about control. Control isn’t what he needed then and he knows how good it can feel. He leaned up to steal another kiss, biting lightly at Poe’s bottom lip.
He growled softly at the bite, a reflexive, instinctive response to that challenge to his supposed authority. He shook it off a moment later, however, smile breaking through again before he claimed another kiss himself, drawing back after a moment.
He dragged a hand down Michael's arm as he levered himself upright, not actually planning on just hauling him bodily into the position Poe wanted him in if he didn't cooperate, but enough to make a show of doing so since he knew it was what Michael wanted too. It was the kind of thing he'd be more careful about if he was unsure, "C'mere."
Michael likes the growl. He likes to challenge, likes to get a reaction even if it's in passing simple acts like that. He catches the other's smile and his hand pressed into Poe's hair for a moment as he kissed him again.
He shifted as the other moved, lazily at first but then more so intently moving to roll onto his front, elbows pressed into the mattress and he pushed himself up on them, his hand reaching to cup the other's cheek.
"Least I can't scratch you this time," he teases softly.
He laughed, turning to press a kiss to the middle of Michael's palm, as was his habit, "You figured it out. That's exactly why I suggested it." A little head shake as he ran a hand along Michael's spine and down over his thigh, deliberately avoiding anything else for the moment, "Nothing at all to do with the fact that I'll be able to get deep enough you'll forget how to breathe, or that it'll be real easy to leave marks like you want me to."
And the fact that he'd more easily be able to bite Michael's nape was a non-issue, because even if he let go a little, he wouldn't try to force a bond, it wasn't in his nature, but he could still bite there hard enough to make Michael squirm.
"Totally just so I don't get scratched again, hundred percent." He twisted himself around then, draping himself along Michael's spine, nudging his knees a little further apart with a thigh as he did so, hand finally dipping between them to slide his fingers over Michael's entrance again, both checking for the level of lingering sensitivity, but also in preparation to work him over until he was either sloppy-wet or making demands and probably both.
The things that Poe does that are predictable are something Michael appreciates more than he actually realizes. Poe had been creating a stability that Michael had never had and while he didn't really realize that was what was going on there was something in him that craved it and did recognize it. It's probably a large part of the reason he had started trusting Poe at all.
But there was not really all that much time for Michael to dwell on the affectionate kiss to his palm. The other's hand moved over his spine, his thigh, avoiding the most sensitive areas in a way that felt so deliberate that it was a tease and it's effective, a huff of impatience slipping out of Michael's mouth as his hips shifted, wiggling as if to encourage the other to touch him in the core of the heat. The words, had been just as arousing, teasing, and his focus was narrowed solely onto Poe and the need.
Michael groans a little as Poe moved over him, feeling his weight and his wamrth. Willingly, he spreads wider, his hips angling up. His body quivers when the other's fingers move over his entrance. The touch brings out a softer noise, and he's sensitive and needy already. "Poe," he mumbles, with the stimulation there it really makes it harder to concentrate at all on anything but what his body is craving.
"Yeah," Because that shiver had been just what Poe had looking for, and while it didn't tell him everything he needed to know, the wordless sound and the murmur of his name added to the whole picture, "Yeah, I've got you."
He just left a string of half-sucking open-mouthed kisses from Michael's nape down over the slope of his shoulder, the one he'd bitten earlier, even as his fingers worked, starting with two and working with deliberate movements. Oh he knew what Michael needed, of course, and was going to give it to him soon enough, but he was going to take his time first. Though likely not as much time as he'd taken before, as he didn't actually need that much preparation, and because Poe would just be teasing them both before long with how quickly he'd recovered.
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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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He presses closer to Poe. "I won't break," he reminds him of the conversation they'd had before they'd fallen asleep, words whispered against his lips.
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There was a twitch of a smile at the reminder, hand sliding up Michael's spine to knead at the nape of his neck, just a full-handed pinch before winding his fingers through his hair, voice a warm murmur as he replied, "I know." Poe was just going to have to remind himself that Michael would definitely push him off if necessary, surge of hormones or not.
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"I trust you," Michael says softly. "I want you," he adds. He needs him too but that's a given. Maybe it's partly the hormones but he knows it's true beyond the heat. He trusts, he wants, he needs. He never let the thoughts go further than those, though.
His hand rested on Poe's side, fingers curling in slightly. He knows that he's going to lose coherent thought again soon so he spent the time on telling Poe that.
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He hummed, hand sliding down along Michael's thigh as he asked: "How do you want me?" Poe figured he was still coherent enough for that decision, and if it turned out he wasn't, they'd still make it work, it wasn't like they hadn't done this before.
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But his answer is 100% true.
“Inside me.”
Michael Guerin, the most helpful omega.
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"Will you be alright if I put you facedown?" Generally speaking he liked being able to see Michael's face, and was fairly sure that Michael liked being able to see his as well, but getting him on his belly meant that Poe would be able to get just that much deeper and move just that much harder, which was often what the second round needed.
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“Yeah,” Michael nods, it isn’t always his favorite position, it’s a position lacking in immediate control but heat isn’t really about control. Control isn’t what he needed then and he knows how good it can feel. He leaned up to steal another kiss, biting lightly at Poe’s bottom lip.
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He dragged a hand down Michael's arm as he levered himself upright, not actually planning on just hauling him bodily into the position Poe wanted him in if he didn't cooperate, but enough to make a show of doing so since he knew it was what Michael wanted too. It was the kind of thing he'd be more careful about if he was unsure, "C'mere."
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He shifted as the other moved, lazily at first but then more so intently moving to roll onto his front, elbows pressed into the mattress and he pushed himself up on them, his hand reaching to cup the other's cheek.
"Least I can't scratch you this time," he teases softly.
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And the fact that he'd more easily be able to bite Michael's nape was a non-issue, because even if he let go a little, he wouldn't try to force a bond, it wasn't in his nature, but he could still bite there hard enough to make Michael squirm.
"Totally just so I don't get scratched again, hundred percent." He twisted himself around then, draping himself along Michael's spine, nudging his knees a little further apart with a thigh as he did so, hand finally dipping between them to slide his fingers over Michael's entrance again, both checking for the level of lingering sensitivity, but also in preparation to work him over until he was either sloppy-wet or making demands and probably both.
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But there was not really all that much time for Michael to dwell on the affectionate kiss to his palm. The other's hand moved over his spine, his thigh, avoiding the most sensitive areas in a way that felt so deliberate that it was a tease and it's effective, a huff of impatience slipping out of Michael's mouth as his hips shifted, wiggling as if to encourage the other to touch him in the core of the heat. The words, had been just as arousing, teasing, and his focus was narrowed solely onto Poe and the need.
Michael groans a little as Poe moved over him, feeling his weight and his wamrth. Willingly, he spreads wider, his hips angling up. His body quivers when the other's fingers move over his entrance. The touch brings out a softer noise, and he's sensitive and needy already. "Poe," he mumbles, with the stimulation there it really makes it harder to concentrate at all on anything but what his body is craving.
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He just left a string of half-sucking open-mouthed kisses from Michael's nape down over the slope of his shoulder, the one he'd bitten earlier, even as his fingers worked, starting with two and working with deliberate movements. Oh he knew what Michael needed, of course, and was going to give it to him soon enough, but he was going to take his time first. Though likely not as much time as he'd taken before, as he didn't actually need that much preparation, and because Poe would just be teasing them both before long with how quickly he'd recovered.
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