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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'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.