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.
Poe nodded, pressing a kiss to the bitemark he'd left, gentle and soothing, arching slightly into the fingers along his spine and just humming contentedly as they moved to his hair instead, just nuzzling at the plane of Michael's chest and up along his throat in turn.
He didn't at all mind the tighter hold of Michael's legs, not that he'd been planning on going anywhere, or even on changing their position at the moment.
Michael bites back a sound as the other's lips touch the bite mark. It sends a shudder through him that he can't explain. He curls his fingers into the other's hair his head tipping back slightly.
He swallows heavily, and it's one of those moments where that stupid L word is just right there about to spill out of his mouth.
"Poe," he says instead, tired and worn out, feeling like his nerves are overstimulated still. "You're so good," his go to when he wants to say something else.
His brow creased a little that time, because he knew there was something else behind it, and while he could guess what it was, he wasn't going to, the same way he wasn't going to call the statement out as being a replacement.
Instead he just smiled, warm and slow spreading and just shy of beatific pressing another kiss to the spot, "You are too. In any way that matters." He partly meant something else as well, but also exactly what he said.
Michael could almost feel how transparent it was but then Poe didn't say anything and he could get away with it. He smiles tiredly as the other pressed another kiss and he closes his eyes at the words.
He knows Poe means it. But then again, Poe's never really said something to him that he didn't mean.
He rubs his back lightly, tightening his legs ever so slightly again.
It was another few moments of settling in before Poe spoke again, amusement lacing his tone even alongside the borderline exhaustion, "You know, I think I might have to keep you."
One hand slid down to run along Michael's thigh, still snug around his waist, "And not just because of this." The fact that Michael wasn't letting go on top of the fact that they were definitely still tied even without that hold.
Michael's thighs relaxed just slightly as the other's hand slid along it, but they were still secure around his waist and he didn't really see a reason to relax them completely. He wanted to stay wrapped up in him.
He tilts his head at the comment, looking at him and his breathing had returned to something like normal by now.
"Because..." His brow furrowed, trying to piece together everything in a way that made sense, finally coming up with: "Because you're a counterweight and not just a weight. It's balance and not an anchor." Which wasn't exactly what he'd felt with either Snap or Jess, they hadn't been anchors either, which was part of the appeal, really."
A smile followed, pressing another kiss to Michael's chest, away from the blossoming bruise there, "And because you know that he quiet is sometimes just quiet, it doesn't mean anything and you don't have to talk just for the sake of filling it up."
Michael tilts his head a little as he looks up at Poe. He smiles, though, because he thinks he gets it and he definitely gets the second part. That's one thing that he liked about Poe too. Poe understood the quiet.
Michael's heart flutters a bit as the other kisses the bruise. His hand raises to touch it, swallowing heavily.
"It feels really sensitive," he murmurs, it's tender and sore but there's an intensity to anything there. It doesn't completely sate his need and want but it's still more. And it'd been something he'd chosen, that he'd had a chance to choose even if Poe didn't really completely trust his desires when he was in heat.
Michael could understand because he didn't either.
He had almost felt that upbeat kick of a pulse himself, though he couldn't be sure why. He had the beginnings of an idea, but wasn't going to voice them just yet, not until he had a better indication than just that.
Instead he nodded at the statement, bracing a hand against Michael's shoulder so he could lever himself a little further upright to where he could actually see the mark, "I'm not surprised, chomped you pretty good." He relaxed again a moment later, "Doesn't look like I broke the skin, though, so don't have to worry too much." And another fleeting kiss to the edge of the discoloration, "We're gonna talk about it, later." He knew there wouldn't be a time when they were both wholly clearheaded, but the tapering end of a heat was better than right in the thick of one.
Michael's eyes don't leave Poe as the other looks down at the mark, a light kiss to the edge. He brushes his hands over Poe's sides. "It felt so good when you did it," Michael whispered, he could still remember the intensity of the pleasure. It sent a thrill throughout his body to remember it and he squirmed just a little bit a slight spasm around Poe an indication just how much it felt good.
Michael doesn't argue about the idea of talking, but it's frustrating to have to put it off, but it's not even the first time in the last 24 hours they've had to table a conversation.
He groaned softly in response to that spasm, more a catch of his breath than anything else, but he nodded a moment later, "It was intense." Definitely a good thing, judging by his tone, but one he wasn't entirely sure what to do with.
The lack of disagreement had some small measure of tension sliding away from Poe's shoulders, just nodding, mostly to himself, before relaxing again, head resting against Michael's shoulder so that he could nuzzle at the line of his throat and the mark he'd left there in turn.
Michael sighs contently and at some point his legs start to relax into a much looser hold but not releasing altogether. Sleepiness is just starting to be the main factor at the moment.
He brushes his hand through Poe's hair as the other nuzzles him.
Poe scented him again, just one steady, deep breath, certainly the veritable cloud of pheromones was still there, but wasn't as insistently strong as it had been, and Poe figured after a nap was probably as good a time as any, in the end, and so he nodded, "Talk and snacks." He agreed after a moment.
He couldn't help but smile at that nuzzle, mostly because he was already feeling fuzzily affectionate in a somewhat stronger way than he usually did, but also because it meant Michael was relaxing as well, which in turn meant that any conversation over snacks wasn't liable to veer into anything upsetting.
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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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He didn't at all mind the tighter hold of Michael's legs, not that he'd been planning on going anywhere, or even on changing their position at the moment.
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He swallows heavily, and it's one of those moments where that stupid L word is just right there about to spill out of his mouth.
"Poe," he says instead, tired and worn out, feeling like his nerves are overstimulated still. "You're so good," his go to when he wants to say something else.
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Instead he just smiled, warm and slow spreading and just shy of beatific pressing another kiss to the spot, "You are too. In any way that matters." He partly meant something else as well, but also exactly what he said.
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He knows Poe means it. But then again, Poe's never really said something to him that he didn't mean.
He rubs his back lightly, tightening his legs ever so slightly again.
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One hand slid down to run along Michael's thigh, still snug around his waist, "And not just because of this." The fact that Michael wasn't letting go on top of the fact that they were definitely still tied even without that hold.
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He tilts his head at the comment, looking at him and his breathing had returned to something like normal by now.
"Why then?" he asks.
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A smile followed, pressing another kiss to Michael's chest, away from the blossoming bruise there, "And because you know that he quiet is sometimes just quiet, it doesn't mean anything and you don't have to talk just for the sake of filling it up."
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Michael's heart flutters a bit as the other kisses the bruise. His hand raises to touch it, swallowing heavily.
"It feels really sensitive," he murmurs, it's tender and sore but there's an intensity to anything there. It doesn't completely sate his need and want but it's still more. And it'd been something he'd chosen, that he'd had a chance to choose even if Poe didn't really completely trust his desires when he was in heat.
Michael could understand because he didn't either.
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Instead he nodded at the statement, bracing a hand against Michael's shoulder so he could lever himself a little further upright to where he could actually see the mark, "I'm not surprised, chomped you pretty good." He relaxed again a moment later, "Doesn't look like I broke the skin, though, so don't have to worry too much." And another fleeting kiss to the edge of the discoloration, "We're gonna talk about it, later." He knew there wouldn't be a time when they were both wholly clearheaded, but the tapering end of a heat was better than right in the thick of one.
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Michael doesn't argue about the idea of talking, but it's frustrating to have to put it off, but it's not even the first time in the last 24 hours they've had to table a conversation.
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The lack of disagreement had some small measure of tension sliding away from Poe's shoulders, just nodding, mostly to himself, before relaxing again, head resting against Michael's shoulder so that he could nuzzle at the line of his throat and the mark he'd left there in turn.
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He brushes his hand through Poe's hair as the other nuzzles him.
"Can we talk after a nap?" he asked hopefully.
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"Okay," he murmurs, clearly not trying to fight the sleepiness that was hitting him.
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