Michael makes a sound that might be a bit of a scoff. There's a flutter of heat that teases when the other's hands settle on his hips before drawing him closer. There definitely hadn't been a lot of sexual intimacy since the baby had been born. But there's a promise of it that hangs in the air that draws an easy reaction from Michael.
"I'm not that good at behaving," Michael says offhandedly and his head tilts at the kiss to the corner of his mouth so that he can press a fuller kiss to Poe's mouth.
His previous amusement spilled over into an actual low chuckle at that more solid kiss, just returning it in kind even as his hands splayed against Michael's back, one staying at the dip above his tailbone while the other slid up to press against the middle of his back, penning him in close and dipping him slowly as he deepened that kiss.
He didn't plan on letting things get too far before their dinner arrived, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to happen anyway, neither of them was really great with that kind of plan.
Michael continues to kiss him, hungry and it's been so long. He wraps an arm around him as the other keeps him close, pressing him downward. Michael could honestly care less about not letting things go to far. It had been a long time and now that there's a moment to breathe to be at peace in each other's presence the desires bubbled to the surface and he drags him even closer.
He did, finally, let go of the kiss so they could both take a moment to catch their breath.
Not that this was what Poe did with his time, no instead he adjusted his grasp to draw Michael that much closer, apparently just so that he could bury his face against the crook of his neck, breathing him in slow and steady and with intent for more as soon as was feasible.
Michael groans lowly when the kiss breaks, and he does suck in a good
breath as their bodies press closer and the warmth of Poe is overwhelming
and the intimacy of the way their bodies fit together. His head tilts back
as the other's face pressed into his neck, closing his eyes. His hands draw
down the other's back to his ass to pull their hips closer together.
He just made a soft sound in the back of his throat, almost a purr though just a little too rough, but at the same time too soft at the edges to be anything else.
One hand tangled through Michael's hair again as the other caught at his hip in return, keeping him pressed close, not wanting to draw away just yet even though he knew he'd have to soon enough if the plan was not to startle their room service delivery.
The other's noises are always just... so good for Michael. He kisses him hungrily, the other's fingers in his hair and it's the simple things like that that really do michael in now. And he also knows they shouldn't keep going that it would make stopping all that much harder.
Instead of following that thought, he rocks his hips into Poe's.
The movement got another low-throated sound out of him, reluctant to pull away and only getting more-so, though he finally did, lips brushing against Michael's throat as he murmured: Soon, soon I will be all yours to do with as you will. But right now, right now we need to stop, just for a few minutes, just until dinner gets here and then we can do whatever you want."
A quick kiss to the pulse point there, still not ready to draw away completely, "Promise."
He grinned in response, hands having settled on Michael's hips again, giving a gentle sway, "Good, you'd better."
Luckily they didn't have long to wait, apparently with only a few guests, the kitchen wasn't very busy, and once the plates were set aside and the waiter tipped, Poe grinned, dropping the do not disturb tag onto the door and making sure it was locked and turning back to Michael again, "Hungry?"
"I don't remember giving that option." He replied, but he was smiling all the same, stepping closer so that he could drape his arms over Michael's shoulders, setting them both to swaying once more, one hand sliding through his curls to scratch at the back of his head, "But I'm game."
"It's always an option," Michael retorts, looking at him and a grin spreading across his lips as he leans to press his lips to Poe's. The food could wait a little while couldn't it?
That got a soft laugh out of him before Michael claimed the kiss, because well, Poe wasn't going to argue that statement it was true enough in general, but especially for the two of them, and that was really what mattered.
He hummed into the kiss, fingers winding a little more closely through Michael's hair, keeping him from pulling away from the kiss too soon, not that it seemed like he was actually going to.
Michael had no intention of pulling away from the kiss but the other's fingers in his hair feel good> It had been a long time since they had been able to be like this together, there was always the baby needing something, things to do.
He brushes his fingers over the other's back, pulling Poe closer and soaking in the attention from his alpha.
Poe was perfectly content to just draw Michael a little closer in return, only a little because that was the only amount there was left. Though he did move the other man backwards towards the nearest wall just with sheer proximity, deepening the kiss as he went.
The only reason he was aiming for the wall was because it was now closer than the bed, though they'd likely end up there soon enough.
Michael returns the deepening kiss. His hands sliding over the other's back and dragging at his shirt to pull it up as he backs up until he hits the wall, moaning into his lover's mouth.
He needs this so much.
"Please," he whispers against his lips. "I need you."
Poe drew away just far enough to get himself out of that shirt, tossing it in the direction of the bed, not sure if it landed or not and not really concerned about it. He just nodded at that breathless demand, his own hands sliding up Michael's sides in turn, though it was only far enough to bunch his shirt up a little before they dropped again, working his pants open instead so he could run his hands down Michael's thighs.
He managed a rough-edged: "Bed?" And it really was a question, he had no problem with the first round being right where they were, and he was fairly sure they were going to have more than one.
Michael's hands are greedy on bare skin, scratching as he explored and the other's working on his pants and his calloused hands sending jolts of desire through him.
The question takes a second to process in Michael's head, his hands curling into the other's side. "Here," he says not even wanting to take the short amount of time that it'd take to move them nearby to the bed.
He grinned outright, burying his face in the crook of Michael's neck, nipping lightly just once hands dragging back up his thighs as he did so.
He nodded as he lifted his head, keeping pressed close even as he worked Michael's pants down further, he'd get to his own in a minute, this was more important, "You're either going to have to turn around or step out of these." And Poe wouldn't mind either way, bending Michael forward to brace himself against the wall, or hoisting him up and getting Michael's legs around his waist to just fuck him up against the wall.
Michael shivers at the nip, at the hands that feel just right on his skin and his body is aching for Poe. He needs to be filled by him to be fucked senseless and everything in between. Food will be there to replenish them after the fact and then Michael is sure he will want more.
He chuckles at the comment and as the other pushed his pants down more he then reached to push them all the way down until he could let them wiggle the rest away and kick them off. "Better?" He smirks.
Poe responded by backing Michael into the wall, smiling again and sliding both hands down his thighs, humming as he drew one hand back up so that he could, finally, get his own pants open.
It took him a moment to shimmy out of them, kicking them aside and pressing close once more with another warm hum, this one once more buried against the crook of Michael's neck.
"Fuck," Michael groans as he's backed into the wall, the other's touch is everything and his body is craving it and needing it so badly. His head tilted back resting against the wall as his eyes closed.
He smiled against the line of Michael's throat, making a quiet sound of agreement before lifting his head so that he could claim another kiss. His fingers kneaded at Michael's hip before sliding down his thigh once more in a slow drag, as if he couldn't not touch him in some way.
He nibbled gently at Michael's lower lip as he drew away again, just far enough to be able to see his face, "So did I."
Michael gasps at the way the other's fingers moved over his thigh making him feel like he would just come apart right there. He could probably if Poe wanted him to, it would hardly take anything at all at this point. He pants as they part from the kiss again, eyes hooded as he looks at the other.
"I don't think I've ever wanted you as much as I want you right now."
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"I'm not that good at behaving," Michael says offhandedly and his head tilts at the kiss to the corner of his mouth so that he can press a fuller kiss to Poe's mouth.
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He didn't plan on letting things get too far before their dinner arrived, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to happen anyway, neither of them was really great with that kind of plan.
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Not that this was what Poe did with his time, no instead he adjusted his grasp to draw Michael that much closer, apparently just so that he could bury his face against the crook of his neck, breathing him in slow and steady and with intent for more as soon as was feasible.
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Michael groans lowly when the kiss breaks, and he does suck in a good breath as their bodies press closer and the warmth of Poe is overwhelming and the intimacy of the way their bodies fit together. His head tilts back as the other's face pressed into his neck, closing his eyes. His hands draw down the other's back to his ass to pull their hips closer together.
"Poe," he exhales.
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One hand tangled through Michael's hair again as the other caught at his hip in return, keeping him pressed close, not wanting to draw away just yet even though he knew he'd have to soon enough if the plan was not to startle their room service delivery.
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Instead of following that thought, he rocks his hips into Poe's.
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A quick kiss to the pulse point there, still not ready to draw away completely, "Promise."
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Michael makes a quiet sound of protest at the murmuring, his fingers gripping at the other's back before slowly letting him go.
"I'm holding you to it."
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Luckily they didn't have long to wait, apparently with only a few guests, the kitchen wasn't very busy, and once the plates were set aside and the waiter tipped, Poe grinned, dropping the do not disturb tag onto the door and making sure it was locked and turning back to Michael again, "Hungry?"
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Michael waits until the other is done putting the sign on the door, watching his every movement intently.
"Or something."
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He hummed into the kiss, fingers winding a little more closely through Michael's hair, keeping him from pulling away from the kiss too soon, not that it seemed like he was actually going to.
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He brushes his fingers over the other's back, pulling Poe closer and soaking in the attention from his alpha.
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The only reason he was aiming for the wall was because it was now closer than the bed, though they'd likely end up there soon enough.
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He needs this so much.
"Please," he whispers against his lips. "I need you."
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He managed a rough-edged: "Bed?" And it really was a question, he had no problem with the first round being right where they were, and he was fairly sure they were going to have more than one.
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The question takes a second to process in Michael's head, his hands curling into the other's side. "Here," he says not even wanting to take the short amount of time that it'd take to move them nearby to the bed.
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He nodded as he lifted his head, keeping pressed close even as he worked Michael's pants down further, he'd get to his own in a minute, this was more important, "You're either going to have to turn around or step out of these." And Poe wouldn't mind either way, bending Michael forward to brace himself against the wall, or hoisting him up and getting Michael's legs around his waist to just fuck him up against the wall.
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He chuckles at the comment and as the other pushed his pants down more he then reached to push them all the way down until he could let them wiggle the rest away and kick them off. "Better?" He smirks.
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It took him a moment to shimmy out of them, kicking them aside and pressing close once more with another warm hum, this one once more buried against the crook of Michael's neck.
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"I missed this," he murmurs.
still me, just finally got icons for this one
He nibbled gently at Michael's lower lip as he drew away again, just far enough to be able to see his face, "So did I."
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"I don't think I've ever wanted you as much as I want you right now."
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