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level, and so he shifted his weight again, rocking up a little so that he could slide home almost as soon as he'd withdrawn his fingers, not about to leave Michael open and wanting even for a moment.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.
Michael couldn't control the way his body shuddered again, the way he moved into Poe. There was nothing really but the pleasure and the need and the building tension his lower body. The other's hand stroking him more firmly had him squirming more than shuddering, his body already a bit oversensitive and his length was leaking already.
The pain of the bite was morphed into intense pleasure. Michael didn't want him to stop even as the thrusts the other made added to the intensity. The bite was enough to feel possessive and dominant and it'd leave a mark that would last for days if not longer and Michael would relish it even if the idea of more is planted into his brain.
It was the best kind of intense, the kind that was almost too much and Poe was growling outright at that point, a low, roiling sound that reverberated in his chest, likely vibrating against the hold he had on Michael's shoulder.
'More' was definitely on his mind as well, as much as anything resembling an actual thought process was, because he wanted to get ahold of Michael's nape, wanted to taste him properly when he came again, wanted to be able to nuzzle and lick at the mark he'd left while they both came down, still tied together. But that was the kind of thing that they'd need to discuss while they were both stone cold sober and not right in the middle of things.
As it was, he just continued that same movement, pulling back until he felt the tug between them, holding for a moment and jolting his hips forward again just slamming home and giving a half-circular little grind once he'd done so, as if he had to prove he couldn't get any deeper.
Michael was so close to losing it as the other continued to move. His hand held onto Poe's tighter and it was good that it wasn't his broken hand or the muscles would have been spasming by that time, not that Michael would have registered the pain in this state anyway.
His hips rocked at the other's ground when he was deep inside, the pleasure too immense. It was that that had him coming, his body clenching and spasming around Poe, body prone and his blanket was definitely going to be completely wrecked and in need of cleaning at this point.
Poe made a half-swallowed, almost-surprised sound at the sudden clutch of Michael's body, a sound that trailed into a deeply satisfied moan as the sensation pulled him into an orgasm of his own, eyes fluttering closed and only belatedly remembering to unlock his jaw and let go of that bite he was holding, licking the spot just once as his hips gave another almost gentle rock, buried as deeply as he could get, practically shuddering for a long moment before he sagged against Michael's back.
A rough-edged laugh followed, warm and curling as he shifted a little, actually turning them over on one side, breath hitching as even that small range of movement tugged at where they were tied. His legs tangled with Michael's once they were settled again, as if he might actually try to get away, and he inspected the bite mark he'd left. It was definitely dark, and there were indentations of individual teeth, but he didn't think he'd actually broken the skin and he just pressed a light kiss there, "You good?"
Michael felt full with the other's knot, with the other's come. The skin that had been bitten so harshly felt tender but pleasurable. He couldn't quite think yet even as the other moved them. He felt weak and spent but still in a haze.
When they moved a whimper escaped Michael, sensitive, almost too sensitive at this point. He couldn't move if he wanted to so it was lucky that he didn't. He just seemed to keep melded as close to Poe in every possible way.
So he didn't get an answer right away, not exactly, just a vague nod and sound that was an attempt at answering because he *should* answer Poe's questions of course... not to mention he wants to as well.
It was enough of an answer for Poe, hand sliding from Michael's hip up over his belly and settling against his chest, keeping him close and humming contentedly at the heat of his skin and the way he could feel Michael's heartbeat thudding away against his hand. It would settle again soon enough so Poe wasn't overly concerned.
He also couldn't resist pressing another brief kiss to the mark he'd left, quick and light, knowing the spot would be sensitive as anything else at the moment.
Michael focused on Poe's hand. It helped draw him clear of some of the haze that was still settled over him. He knew his heart was racing as the other's hand pressed over it. He shivered as the other pressed a kiss to the mark.
He eventually shifted as his heartrate started to slow to something like normal, but each shift had a shiver going through him still being tied to Poe. His hand went to cover Poe's hand.
"Poe," he mumbled, nuzzling back into him all the same. Every muscle felt heavy and his body felt overstimulated and that probably was going to get worse before it got better.
He just made a curious sound of acknowledgement in response, having already begun to doze, if lightly, just needing the recharge.
He wasn't sure if it had been meant as a question or just a statement in and of itself, but it also didn't much matter either way, it wasn't like he was going anywhere, and if Michael actually needed something he'd definitely help. As soon as he was able to actually move again.
Michael can't honestly say for sure which it was either just the other's name on his lips is probably enough of anything, though. He's still exhausted, finding it difficult to think straight.
He can feel Poe relaxing, starting to fall asleep most likely and he's sure to do the same.
When there was no further response he just made another soft sound, likely agreement as much as anything else, settling in and brushing another fleeting kiss against Michael's nape.
They were a mess, as was the blanket, but that was a problem to worry about later, because right now, even with the familiar prickle of sweat drying on his skin, he was comfortable and not planning on thinking about anything that was more than a few hours in the future.
Michael is too exhausted to really even shiver at the kiss to his nape. He fell asleep before long. They were a mess. Michael already felt stickier and he'd wake up feeling grimy but it would be hard to get out of bed still, although he's sure that Poe will try to make him eat.
Either way, he'll sleep, with their bodies still connected, his own already overstimulated and sleep would only do so much about that.
Poe would definitely make sure he ate something, if only because Poe was going to need something as well before long because he always forgot until they were in the thick of it just how much energy marathon sex burned.
It also meant he would probably have to at least put on pants to go pick up doughnuts or something, but that was another concern for later. His arm finally relaxed a little, still curled around Michael's torso, keeping him close but not clinging to him like he had been. It was likely the only clear indication that he'd actually dropped off to sleep.
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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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The pain of the bite was morphed into intense pleasure. Michael didn't want him to stop even as the thrusts the other made added to the intensity. The bite was enough to feel possessive and dominant and it'd leave a mark that would last for days if not longer and Michael would relish it even if the idea of more is planted into his brain.
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'More' was definitely on his mind as well, as much as anything resembling an actual thought process was, because he wanted to get ahold of Michael's nape, wanted to taste him properly when he came again, wanted to be able to nuzzle and lick at the mark he'd left while they both came down, still tied together. But that was the kind of thing that they'd need to discuss while they were both stone cold sober and not right in the middle of things.
As it was, he just continued that same movement, pulling back until he felt the tug between them, holding for a moment and jolting his hips forward again just slamming home and giving a half-circular little grind once he'd done so, as if he had to prove he couldn't get any deeper.
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His hips rocked at the other's ground when he was deep inside, the pleasure too immense. It was that that had him coming, his body clenching and spasming around Poe, body prone and his blanket was definitely going to be completely wrecked and in need of cleaning at this point.
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A rough-edged laugh followed, warm and curling as he shifted a little, actually turning them over on one side, breath hitching as even that small range of movement tugged at where they were tied. His legs tangled with Michael's once they were settled again, as if he might actually try to get away, and he inspected the bite mark he'd left. It was definitely dark, and there were indentations of individual teeth, but he didn't think he'd actually broken the skin and he just pressed a light kiss there, "You good?"
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When they moved a whimper escaped Michael, sensitive, almost too sensitive at this point. He couldn't move if he wanted to so it was lucky that he didn't. He just seemed to keep melded as close to Poe in every possible way.
So he didn't get an answer right away, not exactly, just a vague nod and sound that was an attempt at answering because he *should* answer Poe's questions of course... not to mention he wants to as well.
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He also couldn't resist pressing another brief kiss to the mark he'd left, quick and light, knowing the spot would be sensitive as anything else at the moment.
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He eventually shifted as his heartrate started to slow to something like normal, but each shift had a shiver going through him still being tied to Poe. His hand went to cover Poe's hand.
"Poe," he mumbled, nuzzling back into him all the same. Every muscle felt heavy and his body felt overstimulated and that probably was going to get worse before it got better.
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He wasn't sure if it had been meant as a question or just a statement in and of itself, but it also didn't much matter either way, it wasn't like he was going anywhere, and if Michael actually needed something he'd definitely help. As soon as he was able to actually move again.
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He can feel Poe relaxing, starting to fall asleep most likely and he's sure to do the same.
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They were a mess, as was the blanket, but that was a problem to worry about later, because right now, even with the familiar prickle of sweat drying on his skin, he was comfortable and not planning on thinking about anything that was more than a few hours in the future.
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Either way, he'll sleep, with their bodies still connected, his own already overstimulated and sleep would only do so much about that.
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It also meant he would probably have to at least put on pants to go pick up doughnuts or something, but that was another concern for later. His arm finally relaxed a little, still curled around Michael's torso, keeping him close but not clinging to him like he had been. It was likely the only clear indication that he'd actually dropped off to sleep.