"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.
It felt good, the way the other moved inside of him even tied together already. Each jerk of his hips sending pleasure throughout Michael. There was a warm ache on his chest from the bite, and something else he couldn't quite pin down yet. But he could feel how close Poe was and he wants to feel the other filling him up again. They're not so coherent in thought but the desires, the needs are base and overwhelming.
Michael let out a loud moan when the other bit down again, the other's hips pushing deeper, his own arching as his hand dragged down Poe's back in what would end up being a bit worse for the scratches than earlier but the sensations were so intense as the other bit and thrust forward.
He could feel the other in him, deep and it was too good as he held onto him while the other filled him with his release again and Michael stayed tight around him milking him as much as he could.
Poe was far enough gone that he only belatedly recognized the sting of nails as anything other than just another layer of sensation. It might be a problem later, but right at that moment he wasn't worried about it in the least.
He made a quiet sound, shivering his way through the last curl of climax, relaxing his jaw slowly, licking over the new mark he'd left to make sure he hadn't actually broken the skin. It didn't seem to be any worse than the one he'd left on Michael's shoulder, but he also knew he wasn't really in any condition to be sure at the moment, still coming down slowly from that endorphin high.
Michael's hand relaxed on the other's back just holding him close. There was tremble going through Michael as he held onto him, the other's tongue over the mark.
His breathing was still quick and labored. The skin was oversensitive. He tilted his head, lips brushing up against Poe's shoulder kissing and licking at his skin. On a normal day he might nip and bite but this far into heat, after all that there's not even a nip to be had from Michael just now.
It was all perfectly fine with Poe, who was still just the far side of coherency himself and would likely have retaliated to any nips in kind, which could be a good thing or a bad one given the state they were both in.
he did manage, slowly, to rein his breathing in to something normal again, though even still he felt more overwhelmed and overworked than he usually did, and couldn't yet place why. He did finally manage a half-croaked: "Good?"
Michael simply hummed an agreement to that for the time being. He kept hold of Poe, keeping him closer, his legs wrapping around the other's waist not that Poe was going anywhere with them being tied together again.
He nuzzled his cheek against Poe's shoulder, making a soft sound and nuzzled in more into the crook of his neck as his hand slid up his back, he could feel the scratches he'd left but he couldn't articulate an apology yet so he just slid his fingers into the back of his hair.
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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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Michael let out a loud moan when the other bit down again, the other's hips pushing deeper, his own arching as his hand dragged down Poe's back in what would end up being a bit worse for the scratches than earlier but the sensations were so intense as the other bit and thrust forward.
He could feel the other in him, deep and it was too good as he held onto him while the other filled him with his release again and Michael stayed tight around him milking him as much as he could.
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He made a quiet sound, shivering his way through the last curl of climax, relaxing his jaw slowly, licking over the new mark he'd left to make sure he hadn't actually broken the skin. It didn't seem to be any worse than the one he'd left on Michael's shoulder, but he also knew he wasn't really in any condition to be sure at the moment, still coming down slowly from that endorphin high.
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His breathing was still quick and labored. The skin was oversensitive. He tilted his head, lips brushing up against Poe's shoulder kissing and licking at his skin. On a normal day he might nip and bite but this far into heat, after all that there's not even a nip to be had from Michael just now.
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he did manage, slowly, to rein his breathing in to something normal again, though even still he felt more overwhelmed and overworked than he usually did, and couldn't yet place why. He did finally manage a half-croaked: "Good?"
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He nuzzled his cheek against Poe's shoulder, making a soft sound and nuzzled in more into the crook of his neck as his hand slid up his back, he could feel the scratches he'd left but he couldn't articulate an apology yet so he just slid his fingers into the back of his hair.
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