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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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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