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.
He gave a softly-grumbled curse at the hand in his hair and the path it took, just arching into the touch like a contented cat. It was enough to get him the rest of the way hard and he smiled into the kiss, hand skimming back down Michael's side and along his thigh, catching at the back of his knee to hitch that leg up against Poe's hip as he rolled his own forward.
He laughed softly, turning his head to nuzzle at the line of Michael's jaw as the movement just had him sliding across his entrance and along his cleft, though with only a minor adjustment in angle as he drew back, the second forward roll had him sliding home, muffling a groan against the arch of Michael's neck when he did.
Michael continued to touch Poe, his back, his neck back into his hair as the other's hand moves along his body. His breath speeds up as the other takes his knee, guiding his leg up. His lips parted slightly more in the kiss they were sharing as Poe's hips rolled forward.
There's a whimper when the kiss broke and the other was nuzzling him. His hips arched slightly. It was a merciless teasing sensation and it drew a frustrated sound from Michael. The skin around his entrance was so sensitive that it'd felt intense and then it had passed all too quickly.
But Poe doesn't leave him waiting, Michael gasps and then moans as Poe presses inside of him, his hands digging into the other's back slightly. He's trying to remember not to scratch but it's hard to keep the coherent thought alive.
If he actually had an issue with being scratched he would have made sure to keep Michael's hands pinned, at least for a while, but he didn't, and just rolled his shoulders a little, settling himself more comfortably.
He continued trailing openmouthed kisses along Michael's throat and over his collarbone, just breathing him in as he settled into slower, rolling movements of his hips. This was mostly because Poe knew that even despite a nap and a snack, he was going to tire more easily this time around, as tended to be the case.
He'd get his teeth in the skin over Michael's heart soon enough, but until then he was enjoying the rest of the skin he could taste and nibble at on the way there.
Michael still tries to maintain some control, maybe just to prove he can but it's just barely there. He tilted his head back, pressing it back into the bed and further exposing his neck to the other's attention, that desire stronger than ever and he whimpers when the other's mouth trails away, his collarbone is still sensitive though.
Michael's hips rose to meet the others with each thrust. It was both satisfying and frustrating, hormones wanting to urge Poe to move faster. His hand smoothed out over the other's back, holding him close as the other's mouth moved over him.
He just continued mouthing his way along Michael's throat and over the flat of his chest, pressing a kiss to the spot he was going to get his teeth into in a moment, just enjoying all of it first.
His breathing had already started to shallow out again, still steady, but he always seemed to forget just how easily Michael overwhelmed his senses in the best kind of way.
It was easier to settle into almost full-length thrusts in this position, which was what he did, finally angling his head a little so that he could press his teeth against Michael's skin again, not biting down yet, just applying pressure and the promise that he was going to.
Michael inhales a little sharply when the other kissed over his chest, mostly because he can anticipate what's going to come soon and his body is already responding to that knowledge.
His hand dug in a bit more to his back again, the other's mouth right there and the other's length pushing into him sending pleasure throughout. It was wet and messy already again but Michael's too far gone to care.
He could feel the teeth against his skin, the promise of the bite and he whimpered softly, his hips rocking upward a bit more insistently as if pleading with him to do it.
The more insistent movement got a low rumble of sound out of Poe, not a warning as much, but definitely an acknowledgement, and he shifted his own hips, fingers curling against Michael's knee again to draw that leg up a little higher even as he drew back slowly and deliberately.
He hesitated only a moment, as if he had to gather himself, taking as deep a breath as he could before he rode forward again, teeth finally sinking in against Michael's skin and that flat plane of muscle. His hips and his lower jaw gave a little side-to-side rocking movement once he'd done so, settling himself that much more securely where he was.
Michael's heart was racing in his chest, blood pumping fast and the anticipation made it hard to stay still but even though it felt like forever it wasn't long before Poe was biting into his chest, pushing deep inside of him. His back arched, hand holding tighter to his lover's back.
The feeling that bloomed from his chest is indescriable and intense and his body tightened around the other's cock. Anything resembling coherency is gone as he is overwhelmed by everything that is Poe. He hand would relax flat out and then curl in, gripping at the other's back.
Poe made a soft sound in his throat, something like a realization as a wave of need and a tangle of unrestrained emotion rolled over him, and yes, coherency was definitely something that other people got to deal with, he didn't have the capacity for anything besides reflex and feeling.
He rocked his head from side to side a little, worrying at the hold he had on Michael's skin, wanting, needing, to make sure the mark lasted, though he wasn't sure where the desire had come from.
Michael isn't even aware of the noises he's making, the moans and mewls, more than a few sounds that on a normal day he would have thought humiliating but just then everything felt so good, perfect. There was something in the other's bite, the insistence of it and Michael's hand buries into Poe's hair.
His body tightened around Poe as he experienced the bite, grasping at him and maybe in all the incoherence his name slipped out more than a few times like a prayer or a plea.
Poe could hear him even if he wasn't parsing what he was actually saying, and more than that, he could feel the reverberation of Michael's voice through his jaw and echoing in his skull in the best possible way.
It was only when he broke the hold of his teeth so that he could actually try to catch his breath that he realized belatedly that not only were they already tied together again, but he was tugging reflexively at the hold Michael's body had on him with short sharp little jerks of his hips, just trembling on the cusp of another orgasm.
He growled as he sunk his teeth into Michael's skin again, almost exactly the same spot he'd done before, hips slamming forward, burying himself deep, hips continuing to buck forward in an apparent attempt to get deeper still as he finally toppled over that edge again.
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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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He laughed softly, turning his head to nuzzle at the line of Michael's jaw as the movement just had him sliding across his entrance and along his cleft, though with only a minor adjustment in angle as he drew back, the second forward roll had him sliding home, muffling a groan against the arch of Michael's neck when he did.
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There's a whimper when the kiss broke and the other was nuzzling him. His hips arched slightly. It was a merciless teasing sensation and it drew a frustrated sound from Michael. The skin around his entrance was so sensitive that it'd felt intense and then it had passed all too quickly.
But Poe doesn't leave him waiting, Michael gasps and then moans as Poe presses inside of him, his hands digging into the other's back slightly. He's trying to remember not to scratch but it's hard to keep the coherent thought alive.
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He continued trailing openmouthed kisses along Michael's throat and over his collarbone, just breathing him in as he settled into slower, rolling movements of his hips. This was mostly because Poe knew that even despite a nap and a snack, he was going to tire more easily this time around, as tended to be the case.
He'd get his teeth in the skin over Michael's heart soon enough, but until then he was enjoying the rest of the skin he could taste and nibble at on the way there.
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Michael's hips rose to meet the others with each thrust. It was both satisfying and frustrating, hormones wanting to urge Poe to move faster. His hand smoothed out over the other's back, holding him close as the other's mouth moved over him.
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His breathing had already started to shallow out again, still steady, but he always seemed to forget just how easily Michael overwhelmed his senses in the best kind of way.
It was easier to settle into almost full-length thrusts in this position, which was what he did, finally angling his head a little so that he could press his teeth against Michael's skin again, not biting down yet, just applying pressure and the promise that he was going to.
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His hand dug in a bit more to his back again, the other's mouth right there and the other's length pushing into him sending pleasure throughout. It was wet and messy already again but Michael's too far gone to care.
He could feel the teeth against his skin, the promise of the bite and he whimpered softly, his hips rocking upward a bit more insistently as if pleading with him to do it.
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He hesitated only a moment, as if he had to gather himself, taking as deep a breath as he could before he rode forward again, teeth finally sinking in against Michael's skin and that flat plane of muscle. His hips and his lower jaw gave a little side-to-side rocking movement once he'd done so, settling himself that much more securely where he was.
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The feeling that bloomed from his chest is indescriable and intense and his body tightened around the other's cock. Anything resembling coherency is gone as he is overwhelmed by everything that is Poe. He hand would relax flat out and then curl in, gripping at the other's back.
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He rocked his head from side to side a little, worrying at the hold he had on Michael's skin, wanting, needing, to make sure the mark lasted, though he wasn't sure where the desire had come from.
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His body tightened around Poe as he experienced the bite, grasping at him and maybe in all the incoherence his name slipped out more than a few times like a prayer or a plea.
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It was only when he broke the hold of his teeth so that he could actually try to catch his breath that he realized belatedly that not only were they already tied together again, but he was tugging reflexively at the hold Michael's body had on him with short sharp little jerks of his hips, just trembling on the cusp of another orgasm.
He growled as he sunk his teeth into Michael's skin again, almost exactly the same spot he'd done before, hips slamming forward, burying himself deep, hips continuing to buck forward in an apparent attempt to get deeper still as he finally toppled over that edge again.
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