Michael is exhausted and he sleeps a bit longer than Poe. It likely gives the other some time to slip away to clean a bit. But it wouldn't be long from the other moving away that his eyes would pry open and a quiet sound escapes him. He frowns immediately feeling empty and cold without Poe being right there.
His hand goes to the mark made, fingers pressing against the bruise and the pain does some work in focusing his mind and he hears Poe.
"Poe," he mumbles, sitting up. He's covered his the dried remnants of semen and his own slick, sweat. The blanket is no better off. He can still feel the heat licking at the edges, trying to press in to control him and he resists it for the time being. He can vaguely remember Poe's plan enough to know what's next.
Poe had taken probably the world's quickest shower, though washing the essentials and nothing else was something he'd had some practice at, and had only just emerged when Michael woke. He grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple, "I'm going to make a snack run, if you'll be okay for a few minutes." He said, "Shouldn't take me any longer than it takes you to shower."
Which was because he wasn't going to go far, not if he could help it, and it really was just going to be snacks, he knew they'd both need something substantial sooner rather than later, but just something to tide them over in the meantime would be fine.
Michael is very tempted to whine but he's just enough in control of himself that he doesn't as the other kisses his temple and explains what he's going to do. Michael really did need a shower. He glances at the mess of a bed and he needed to do something about the blanket... His brow furrows a little.
"Okay," he exhales, because the longer he's awake the more he feels the need growing again, harder to ignore. And he knows at this point his body is disgusting and smells and he pushes himself up.
He's also sore, muscles strained, nerves sensitive. "Hurry up," it sounds grumpy but Poe's likely to be able to detect the note of frustration and need there that he's trying to mask.
"I will, you know I will." He replied, claiming another kiss, but only so that he could use it to draw Michael more or less upright again, "Go on, I'll be back before you know it."
To his credit, he did make it a quick trip, but that meant he returned with a half dozen doughnuts, three different flavors of gatorade and two corn dogs fresh out of the fryer at a fundraiser food cart he happened to pass on the way back.
Mostly it was because he knew they just needed something, and could have real food when Michael's heat started to wane, until then they could make do.
Michael nods and he kisses him back as the other pulls him up. It's probably a good thing that he does or he might come back to Michael still on the bed thinking about what he needs to do. He just gives a grumpy huff before making his way into the small bathroom.
The shower took a bit, Michael letting hot water just wash over him for a while before he got to work cleaning himself up. He probably should have opted for a cold shower.
He got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and came back out to see Poe was indeed there. He smiled a little. He was happy to see him not just because the sight of him sent warmth and need more intently through him.
"The bed's a mess," he said, partially to distract himself from it as he turned to look at it and then reached to pull the blanket, frowning a bit and tugging it off. They'd probably go through all the bedding he has before the end of this.
"It is." He agreed even as he handed over one of the corn dogs, setting everything else on the table, "But that's how it's going to be until we've got a long enough break to do laundry." Which was probably going to be a while, if past experience was any indication.
"But if it gets to the point that you really can't handle it anymore, we'll figure something out." They always did, and that was the important part, and sure, it might mean more cleanup time after, but that wasn't an issue as far as Poe was concerned.
The blanket's discarded. They don't really need it anyway but they're going to run out of things they can just pull off the bed but he knows in the end it wouldn't stop them from doing what they need to do. It's one of the practical things about in heat that he can't stand, the utter lack of control is still way worse, though.
Michael takes the corndog and starts to eat it. Michael eats the corndog and sidles up to Poe, he nuzzles his cheek against his shoulder pressing close to him.
It's not the smartest thing to do if he wants to focus on eating. The smell of Poe brought closer and his body heat throw a wrench in Michael's thoughts.
Poe hummed, low and insistent and with his mouth full of corndog as well, butting his head lightly against Michael's shoulder in retaliation and not even bothering to try and say anything until he'd actually finished chewing and swallowing, "Food first. Going to regret something otherwise."
At least in theory, though a bite and a twist got the stick out of the remaining half of his own corndog, freeing up his hands to open one of the bottles of gatorade while he chewed like some kind of dinosaur. He made another quiet sound as he offered the bottle over, because hydrating on top of the food was a good idea.
Michael huffed as the other rebuffed him the tiniest bit but Poe isn't wrong. He works on finishing the corn dog even though food is seeming less and less important as he keeps pressed close to him because he could.
"You wouldn't ever regret it," he murmurs even as he accepts the bottle. Who knows if it's him being logical or him being obedient. The lines are blurry here.
He grinned at that, giving another gentle head-butt, one that just turned into his rubbing his cheek against Michael's shoulder while he finished chewing so that he could say: "No, you're right, I wouldn't."
He turned his head then to press a sticky kiss to the jut of the other man's shoulder, since it was right there where he could, "Don't think I could, really."
Michael huffed louder at the second head-butt, but it quells as the other's cheek rubbed on his shoulder and it made Michael want to squirm. He forced himself to finish his own corndog, drinking absently.
"My ass is just that good," he jokes, his head tilting to rub at the other, more insistently.
"Are you going to make me eat more?" he murmurs, the towel he's wearing is starting to slip and he is completely of the mind to let it.
He shook his head, "No." The smile returned, "Mostly because I don't think I can keep my hands off you that much longer, but also because the rest will last, and a doughnut sugar boost later sounds like the kind of thing we might need."
Especially the way they did things. Granted, it would mean they'd have to get up again at some point, but they were going to need to do that anyway, though likely not anytime that soon, especially not if Poe had any say in the matter.
Michael is rather satisfied with that answer and he nuzzles at Poe's jaw, pressing kisses and where he might have bitten or nipped before the rebellious streak was a little harder to pull off. When he pressed his lips to his ear, though, he does give the lobe a quick nip before releasing a shaky breath against it.
Since the other isn't insisting on more food he's more than content not to keep fighting the need building even if he does a few mischievous things like that.
"It was so good when you bit me, Poe," he murmurs, he'd mean to tell him that before.
"Yeah?" His smile spread, slow and pleased, "I kind of guessed that much." He dipped his head to brush a kiss against the still-livid mark, and he'd guessed as much just due to the reaction.
A thoughtful sound followed, another low hum, lifting his head so he could actually see the other man's face, "You think you need another?" There was a difference between needing one and wanting one, and honestly Poe would probably accept either answer, he just wanted to see where Michael left the distinction.
A shiver went through Michael when the other pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin. It sent an ache through him, the sort that he ignored because he couldn't make that sort of decision right now and it'd be more up to Poe and he ... wouldn't especially not when Michael's compromised still. He's honorable like that.
Michael's brow furrows at the question but he doesn't think too long. He can't and he says the first answer that had popped up into his mind even if he didn't say so immediately.
Poe liked to think that he had principles and morals at least about some things, such as not making that kind of decision for someone else, so he was on the right side of things for now, at least.
The answer, however, and the fact that Michael at least seemed to think it over, however briefly, had him smiling, "Just on the other side or somewhere else?" It was probably a little mean to ask, especially when Michael was still thinking mostly with his hormones. But that was part of why he was asking, to see if he could figure out how badly he was thinking with his hormones.
"Poe," the single word had a certain edge to it. Michael is well aware that his hormones are largely in control and it's frustrating because it means nothing he says is going to be trusted enough. Hormones.
"You know where I want you to," Michael huffs, but it wouldn't matter. And he's not sure he'd voice it if the hormones weren't loosening his inhibitions but he wanted it, he wanted it when he wasn't in heat too. He knew that much.
His hand went to his own throat, eyes on Poe and his breath was heavy already.
"I know." He replied, not resigned as much as trying to maintain even a little control of himself, "Believe me, I know." He wasn't going to say they needed to be clearheaded to talk it over, because he knew that was a good way to make sure it never happened.
He took a deep breath, one that didn't work to steady him as much as he'd hoped because it still filled his nose and lungs with Michael's scent. Though he did reach over to tap his fingers against Michael's chest, over his heart, "This, this I can do." It wouldn't trigger a bond, at least not to the same level that actually getting teeth at his nape would do, but it was still a traditional place to leave a mark, in some places it was even still called an intention mark even though the intention to bond traditions had fallen off in most places in favor of just getting on with it.
Michael isn't satisfied but he's in heat and it's harder to be stubborn. It's a catch-22 because when he's not in heat he's far less forthright and honest about these things. He lets out a quiet growl at the offered compromise because it's not enough but he knows it has to be enough.
He knew what it was traditionally but it's not the same. "Okay," Michael relents because it's too much to keep arguing right then when all he wants is to have Poe between his legs and the other's mouth and teeth on him.
Poe relaxed almost immediately at the agreement, and he hadn't even realized just how tense he'd been because of the anticipation until he did so.
He breathed out a rough, "Okay." Himself, nodding even as he snaked an arm around Michael's waist, tugging him closer to murmur an: "Okay, good." Against the line of his throat, just burying his face there to breathe him in again, trying to get them both to relax again.
Michael shifts, his head tilting the other pressing into his throat has him both relaxing and shivering. He pressed close to Poe. He stays still for a few moments before he starts tugging at the other' clothes. Michael's naked after his shower but Poe had had to go out and he was frustratingly covered again.
Michael nuzzles the other, pressing light kisses over the skin he can reach. "I need you," he whispers.
Being pawed at made him smile again, at least, and he leaned back just far enough that he could peel out of his shirt again, rolling easily to his feet and pulling Michael with him back to the bed, "I've got you."
And, with a snack in him and a plan in mind, he wasn't about to leave Michael wanting, either, at least not for long, just long enough to kick out of his pants and lay Michael out again.
Michael’s hands spread over Poe’s sides, pressing close again as the other pulls them somewhere. Belatedly, he realizes it’s bed and that’s how he knows he’s really starting to lose grip again.
He reaches up and brushes his fingers through poe’s hair before he pulls his hand back and he settled himself back on the bed. His eyes are locked on Poe.
"And you're good for me." In more ways than one, really, but that wasn't entirely unexpected. He shifted forward, one knee on the edge of the bed for the moment, sliding his hands up Michael's thighs, kneading briefly at his hips before one hand slid away to brace himself so that he wasn't resting his full weight on Michael even as his other hand continued upwards, cradling Michael's jaw and cheek for a moment as he leaned in to claim another kiss.
That was enough to have his pulse kicking up again, cock already half hard and clearly ready for the next round, but not about to start just yet, not when there were more important things to do than just dive in right away.
Michael smiles a little at that. He's not thinking of all the implications of those words just the current context that they're in. There's a tremble in the muscles of Michael's thighs as the other's hands moved over them, his lips parting as he exhales quietly. His eyes fell closed when the other touched his face and he lifted his hand to bury it into Poe's hair as he kissed him back, fingertips massaging the back of his skull slightly.
He wouldn't complain if Poe just pressed inside him there. He was aching and his body was already slick and he's certainly still stretched open from the earlier rounds.
His hand slid down the back of Poe's neck spreading over the skin of his upper back.
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His hand goes to the mark made, fingers pressing against the bruise and the pain does some work in focusing his mind and he hears Poe.
"Poe," he mumbles, sitting up. He's covered his the dried remnants of semen and his own slick, sweat. The blanket is no better off. He can still feel the heat licking at the edges, trying to press in to control him and he resists it for the time being. He can vaguely remember Poe's plan enough to know what's next.
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Which was because he wasn't going to go far, not if he could help it, and it really was just going to be snacks, he knew they'd both need something substantial sooner rather than later, but just something to tide them over in the meantime would be fine.
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"Okay," he exhales, because the longer he's awake the more he feels the need growing again, harder to ignore. And he knows at this point his body is disgusting and smells and he pushes himself up.
He's also sore, muscles strained, nerves sensitive. "Hurry up," it sounds grumpy but Poe's likely to be able to detect the note of frustration and need there that he's trying to mask.
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To his credit, he did make it a quick trip, but that meant he returned with a half dozen doughnuts, three different flavors of gatorade and two corn dogs fresh out of the fryer at a fundraiser food cart he happened to pass on the way back.
Mostly it was because he knew they just needed something, and could have real food when Michael's heat started to wane, until then they could make do.
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The shower took a bit, Michael letting hot water just wash over him for a while before he got to work cleaning himself up. He probably should have opted for a cold shower.
He got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and came back out to see Poe was indeed there. He smiled a little. He was happy to see him not just because the sight of him sent warmth and need more intently through him.
"The bed's a mess," he said, partially to distract himself from it as he turned to look at it and then reached to pull the blanket, frowning a bit and tugging it off. They'd probably go through all the bedding he has before the end of this.
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"But if it gets to the point that you really can't handle it anymore, we'll figure something out." They always did, and that was the important part, and sure, it might mean more cleanup time after, but that wasn't an issue as far as Poe was concerned.
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Michael takes the corndog and starts to eat it. Michael eats the corndog and sidles up to Poe, he nuzzles his cheek against his shoulder pressing close to him.
It's not the smartest thing to do if he wants to focus on eating. The smell of Poe brought closer and his body heat throw a wrench in Michael's thoughts.
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At least in theory, though a bite and a twist got the stick out of the remaining half of his own corndog, freeing up his hands to open one of the bottles of gatorade while he chewed like some kind of dinosaur. He made another quiet sound as he offered the bottle over, because hydrating on top of the food was a good idea.
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"You wouldn't ever regret it," he murmurs even as he accepts the bottle. Who knows if it's him being logical or him being obedient. The lines are blurry here.
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He turned his head then to press a sticky kiss to the jut of the other man's shoulder, since it was right there where he could, "Don't think I could, really."
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"My ass is just that good," he jokes, his head tilting to rub at the other, more insistently.
"Are you going to make me eat more?" he murmurs, the towel he's wearing is starting to slip and he is completely of the mind to let it.
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Especially the way they did things. Granted, it would mean they'd have to get up again at some point, but they were going to need to do that anyway, though likely not anytime that soon, especially not if Poe had any say in the matter.
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Since the other isn't insisting on more food he's more than content not to keep fighting the need building even if he does a few mischievous things like that.
"It was so good when you bit me, Poe," he murmurs, he'd mean to tell him that before.
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A thoughtful sound followed, another low hum, lifting his head so he could actually see the other man's face, "You think you need another?" There was a difference between needing one and wanting one, and honestly Poe would probably accept either answer, he just wanted to see where Michael left the distinction.
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Michael's brow furrows at the question but he doesn't think too long. He can't and he says the first answer that had popped up into his mind even if he didn't say so immediately.
"Yes."
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The answer, however, and the fact that Michael at least seemed to think it over, however briefly, had him smiling, "Just on the other side or somewhere else?" It was probably a little mean to ask, especially when Michael was still thinking mostly with his hormones. But that was part of why he was asking, to see if he could figure out how badly he was thinking with his hormones.
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"You know where I want you to," Michael huffs, but it wouldn't matter. And he's not sure he'd voice it if the hormones weren't loosening his inhibitions but he wanted it, he wanted it when he wasn't in heat too. He knew that much.
His hand went to his own throat, eyes on Poe and his breath was heavy already.
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He took a deep breath, one that didn't work to steady him as much as he'd hoped because it still filled his nose and lungs with Michael's scent. Though he did reach over to tap his fingers against Michael's chest, over his heart, "This, this I can do." It wouldn't trigger a bond, at least not to the same level that actually getting teeth at his nape would do, but it was still a traditional place to leave a mark, in some places it was even still called an intention mark even though the intention to bond traditions had fallen off in most places in favor of just getting on with it.
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He knew what it was traditionally but it's not the same. "Okay," Michael relents because it's too much to keep arguing right then when all he wants is to have Poe between his legs and the other's mouth and teeth on him.
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He breathed out a rough, "Okay." Himself, nodding even as he snaked an arm around Michael's waist, tugging him closer to murmur an: "Okay, good." Against the line of his throat, just burying his face there to breathe him in again, trying to get them both to relax again.
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Michael nuzzles the other, pressing light kisses over the skin he can reach. "I need you," he whispers.
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And, with a snack in him and a plan in mind, he wasn't about to leave Michael wanting, either, at least not for long, just long enough to kick out of his pants and lay Michael out again.
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He reaches up and brushes his fingers through poe’s hair before he pulls his hand back and he settled himself back on the bed. His eyes are locked on Poe.
“You’re so good to me, Poe,” he whispers.
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That was enough to have his pulse kicking up again, cock already half hard and clearly ready for the next round, but not about to start just yet, not when there were more important things to do than just dive in right away.
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He wouldn't complain if Poe just pressed inside him there. He was aching and his body was already slick and he's certainly still stretched open from the earlier rounds.
His hand slid down the back of Poe's neck spreading over the skin of his upper back.
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