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.
Michael can trust Poe when he says that. He knows he does and even if he didn't trust him, Poe is quick to follow up on the words and show that he does.
His hands are pressed into the mattress for the time being, his mind entirely focused on the way the other's mouth is moving over him, the fingers inside him. He found it difficult to stay still, his hips rocking and he was already very wet and every bit of stimulation was just making him wetter. He'd already been messy to begin with and well touching him didn't reverse the process.
It didn't take long before Michael's hips were moving a bit more sharply and insistently, a keening sound, near a whine though god forbid anyone actually call it that. Michael wanted to make a demand but his tongue felt thick and his brain just couldn't string together the words.
That sound -whine or not- was apparently hardwired right to Poe's dick, just that first edge of it enough to bring him fully hard again.
It was also enough to have him sinking his teeth into the line of muscle at the back of Michael's shoulder, where it arched up to the back of his neck, as if doing that would actually make him quiet instead of just spurring him on. It was only once he got that tooth-hold that Poe realized he was already growling just faintly, and he took a moment to rein himself in, because letting go a little wasn't the same thing as letting himself get lost before they'd even really started.
Which was why he curled his fingers again, deliberately slowly as he relaxed the tension in his jaw so that there wouldn't be any actual damage done if the movement caused Michael to buck instead of just shudder and make that sound again.
Michael's fingers dug into the blanket beneath his hands as the other's teeth pressed into his skin. It just drew another sound from Michael and he relished the feeling of Poe biting more firm, the growl pushing him further into a mindless haze of need. He knew some of the reasons Poe was careful with biting but there were parts of his body that the other didn't need to be so careful about.
But still it's probably just as good because there had been a good chance at the other's fingers curling would have had him moving. As it was, he just twisted his hands in the blanket, a tremble through his body as another whine left him. It was full of need and desire, maybe it's one of those sounds that omegas are just predispositioned to make because of what it can do to an alpha. There's a desperation in it, words that he can't speak trying to get out, the demands that he'd have or this point in words it might sound a little more like begging for more.
Poe was undeniably pleased at the reactions he was getting, and it was enough to settle some of his concerns, though they'd only just started and there was plenty of time for them to come back.
For the moment, however, he just twisted his wrist a little, fingers pumping into Michael once more, "Needy." It wasn't a complaint, if anything it was some odd kind of praise, especially given as how even that one word was more a growl shaped like a word than actual speech. Though he'd definitely gotten to the 'also teasing himself' level, and so he shifted his weight again, rocking up a little so that he could slide home almost as soon as he'd withdrawn his fingers, not about to leave Michael open and wanting even for a moment.
Michael was needy. For as much as he had been wet before it was now a sort of sloppy wet that is perhaps excessive to what would have been necessary. He just moaned at the other's growled word. He was getting more impatient not that he could do much but lift his hips.
He felt the other shifting, the press of his length left him making that needy noise again, a bit louder as he pressed back.
"That's the way." And that one was more like words edged with the growl than the growl masquerading as words, still-slick fingers curled against the base of Michael's cock, just holding loosely there, letting the movements of his own hips rock Michael forward into the touch.
His other hand scrabbled across the blanket for a moment before finding Michael's hand, pinning it down but lacing their fingers all the same, a little awkwardly thanks to the position, but he knew they were both going to need that anchor point.
It was harder to get full length thrusts in that position, but it hardly mattered, because the short, solid thrusts were just as good, and the fact that he could ride that slightest bit deeper than before made up for it in the best sort of way.
Michael's face buried against the bed for a moment as the other's fingers wrapped around his cock but not stroking. The stimulation he got each time the other's hips moved made him whimper, his hips seeming torn between pressing into Poe's cock or seeking more stimulation on his own. He was far too gone to make any decision about what to do so it was a primal push and pull.
Feeling the other's hand holding his down, but their fingers laced together instead of Michael clutching at the blanket with it is something he was grateful for. His head turned a little. His hand was tight in holding Poe's as the other thrust deeper, and he let out that needy moan more than a few times even as the other was already fucking him. His hips shifting back into the other's thrusts and his own length was a sort of secondary thought to the intense need his heat was focusing on.
His fingers curled just a little more closely around Michael's cock after a moment, but even then it wasn't really with any further intentions than he had already, that movement definitely not the primary focus but something of an accent or an underline, just adding to the overall sensation.
Oh he wanted to draw this out, certainly, but didn't think he was actually going to manage it, not if the way his knot was already beginning to swell was any indication. An actual growl curled in his throat as he rubbed his cheek against Michael's nape, because it was there and he could, though it was more like a cat scent-marking something than any intentional nuzzle and was definitely enough to fill his senses with the other man's presence, practically able to taste Michael on the back of his tongue when he breathed.
Which was what had him sinking his teeth into that line of muscle that ran from shoulder to throat again, almost exactly the same spot he'd bitten earlier, though firmer than before, jaw nearly locking as his hips jolted forward again more firmly.
Michael could feel the swelling start. He held onto Poe's hand a bit tigher as the other growled against his skin. He could feel his breath, the nape of his neck hyper sensitive and he shuddered slightly as the other nuzzled it. He knew exactly what that was like and knew that to anyone that got close enough Poe's claim on him would be more than obvious. It didn't bother him one bit.
He presses back into the other's thrusts, Poe getting deep and his body felt out of control. He is out of control like this and it'd be a scary thing if not for Poe.
The younger man gasped out when the other's teeth pressed down in a hard bite. It's what he wanted. He wants Poe to bite. It was enough to make him arch back into the other a bit more sharply, a loud moan let out. It'd subside into quieter needier noises as the other's hips pushed in more fimrly.
Poe didn't let up on the bite, mostly because he knew if he did he would go straight for Michael's nape and he knew he was trying to avoid that even though the reasons why were starting to get a bit fuzzy, this was good, and sinking his teeth in there would just make it better.
The way Michael arched against him, the vibration of that moan through his skull was enough to draw his focus to something more immediate, which was probably a good thing. His growl ratcheted up into a noise that was almost a warning, hips rolling back just far enough that the growing bulge of his knot tugged at the other man's entrance, but was also just far enough to get proper leverage to slam forward again with enough force that if Poe hadn't been pinning him in place, would have rocked Michael forward a little, and probably still did anyway.
There's a part of Michael that wants that specific bite. But what Poe's doing still felt so good. It almost sates something inside of Michael while adding fuel to his heat at the same time.
Michael's free hand grasped at the bed, and had his hand been on Poe's back there surely would have been deeper scratches as the other pulled back, the tension of his bulge against the sensitive and tender entrance. If he waited to long, Michael would have started squirming from the intensity of the sensation.
But instead Poe is thrusting forward and the force does push Michael forward some, drawing out a loud sound from him and a shudder. If he had words he would have demanded Poe do it again.
That shudder alone was enough of an indication that he'd done something right, and the sound was just icing on the cake, really, enough to send a shiver down his own spine even as he drew back again, holding just a beat longer than he had the first time, rocking forward again just as solidly, the hand on Michael's cock stroking from root to tip like an echo of that movement.
He was leaving a hellacious bruise at the back of Michael's shoulder and he knew it, he could tell just by the heat of the other man's skin against his tongue. He hadn't broken skin yet and likely wouldn't, but between the pressure of his teeth and the way he kept drawing at that hold reflexively, there was no way he wouldn't be black and blue even before they'd finished.
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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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His hands are pressed into the mattress for the time being, his mind entirely focused on the way the other's mouth is moving over him, the fingers inside him. He found it difficult to stay still, his hips rocking and he was already very wet and every bit of stimulation was just making him wetter. He'd already been messy to begin with and well touching him didn't reverse the process.
It didn't take long before Michael's hips were moving a bit more sharply and insistently, a keening sound, near a whine though god forbid anyone actually call it that. Michael wanted to make a demand but his tongue felt thick and his brain just couldn't string together the words.
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It was also enough to have him sinking his teeth into the line of muscle at the back of Michael's shoulder, where it arched up to the back of his neck, as if doing that would actually make him quiet instead of just spurring him on. It was only once he got that tooth-hold that Poe realized he was already growling just faintly, and he took a moment to rein himself in, because letting go a little wasn't the same thing as letting himself get lost before they'd even really started.
Which was why he curled his fingers again, deliberately slowly as he relaxed the tension in his jaw so that there wouldn't be any actual damage done if the movement caused Michael to buck instead of just shudder and make that sound again.
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But still it's probably just as good because there had been a good chance at the other's fingers curling would have had him moving. As it was, he just twisted his hands in the blanket, a tremble through his body as another whine left him. It was full of need and desire, maybe it's one of those sounds that omegas are just predispositioned to make because of what it can do to an alpha. There's a desperation in it, words that he can't speak trying to get out, the demands that he'd have or this point in words it might sound a little more like begging for more.
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For the moment, however, he just twisted his wrist a little, fingers pumping into Michael once more, "Needy." It wasn't a complaint, if anything it was some odd kind of praise, especially given as how even that one word was more a growl shaped like a word than actual speech. Though he'd definitely gotten to the 'also teasing himself' level, and so he shifted his weight again, rocking up a little so that he could slide home almost as soon as he'd withdrawn his fingers, not about to leave Michael open and wanting even for a moment.
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He felt the other shifting, the press of his length left him making that needy noise again, a bit louder as he pressed back.
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His other hand scrabbled across the blanket for a moment before finding Michael's hand, pinning it down but lacing their fingers all the same, a little awkwardly thanks to the position, but he knew they were both going to need that anchor point.
It was harder to get full length thrusts in that position, but it hardly mattered, because the short, solid thrusts were just as good, and the fact that he could ride that slightest bit deeper than before made up for it in the best sort of way.
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Feeling the other's hand holding his down, but their fingers laced together instead of Michael clutching at the blanket with it is something he was grateful for. His head turned a little. His hand was tight in holding Poe's as the other thrust deeper, and he let out that needy moan more than a few times even as the other was already fucking him. His hips shifting back into the other's thrusts and his own length was a sort of secondary thought to the intense need his heat was focusing on.
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Oh he wanted to draw this out, certainly, but didn't think he was actually going to manage it, not if the way his knot was already beginning to swell was any indication. An actual growl curled in his throat as he rubbed his cheek against Michael's nape, because it was there and he could, though it was more like a cat scent-marking something than any intentional nuzzle and was definitely enough to fill his senses with the other man's presence, practically able to taste Michael on the back of his tongue when he breathed.
Which was what had him sinking his teeth into that line of muscle that ran from shoulder to throat again, almost exactly the same spot he'd bitten earlier, though firmer than before, jaw nearly locking as his hips jolted forward again more firmly.
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He presses back into the other's thrusts, Poe getting deep and his body felt out of control. He is out of control like this and it'd be a scary thing if not for Poe.
The younger man gasped out when the other's teeth pressed down in a hard bite. It's what he wanted. He wants Poe to bite. It was enough to make him arch back into the other a bit more sharply, a loud moan let out. It'd subside into quieter needier noises as the other's hips pushed in more fimrly.
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The way Michael arched against him, the vibration of that moan through his skull was enough to draw his focus to something more immediate, which was probably a good thing. His growl ratcheted up into a noise that was almost a warning, hips rolling back just far enough that the growing bulge of his knot tugged at the other man's entrance, but was also just far enough to get proper leverage to slam forward again with enough force that if Poe hadn't been pinning him in place, would have rocked Michael forward a little, and probably still did anyway.
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Michael's free hand grasped at the bed, and had his hand been on Poe's back there surely would have been deeper scratches as the other pulled back, the tension of his bulge against the sensitive and tender entrance. If he waited to long, Michael would have started squirming from the intensity of the sensation.
But instead Poe is thrusting forward and the force does push Michael forward some, drawing out a loud sound from him and a shudder. If he had words he would have demanded Poe do it again.
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He was leaving a hellacious bruise at the back of Michael's shoulder and he knew it, he could tell just by the heat of the other man's skin against his tongue. He hadn't broken skin yet and likely wouldn't, but between the pressure of his teeth and the way he kept drawing at that hold reflexively, there was no way he wouldn't be black and blue even before they'd finished.
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