shadowglitter | PSL || poe/odin

PSL || poe/odin

WAY TO REJECT ME YOU FLIGHTY AIRBORN PIECE OF SHIT! WAY TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP FOR ME AND MY HEART, FOREVER AND EVER, ALWAYS UNTIL FOREVER

HEY YO YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE A LIST SO GUESS WHAT!!!!!! IT'S TIME FOR US TO GET FUNKY AS FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK

god i am not going to bother formatting this

TO DO LIST:
1. SEXTING FROM BOOT CAMP ringverse AU
2. prince/concubine AU - owain's the prince, poe's a concubine to the king, paranoia and political assassination ensues, etc etc etc etc etc
3. vampire hooker AU?? owain gonna get his gothic goth goth dick wet in that spooky vampire butt
4. HAHA BOOM WE'RE DOING IT I LINKED THE POST DOWN THERE
5. enemies of war AU - owain's a good guy on the bad guy side who almost loses his life trying to save poe even though he's an enemy soldier, poes like What, Shit, Damn, gay shit ensues
6. HNENENGH
7. ANGELS AND DEMONSSSSSSsss
8. 20s AU///?? YES. YES ALRIGHT
9. WW1 AU WHATS Up
10. ?? there was something that was supposed to go here from the kink meme
11. samurai champloo AU what up. chon'sin. Shit
12. bBODYSWAPPpappapp

long-term AU posts:

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Every single time Odin looked at him, with that happiness bubbling up so hard, Poe's heart stuttered, threatening to stop. He wanted that. He wanted to be able to step into that joy and revel in it and forget completely about anything else in the universe--

And all he wanted was to get Odin alone. Really alone - not just the pretend privacy offered on the station.

He wanted to murmur Odin's real name and he wanted to feel him and wanted to at least be able to try to demonstrate what he was feeling--

"Then I'd better not say anything, if I don't want to make you cry," he teased lowly. But then his hands slid back from Odin's hair, cupping the side of his face. "No one makes me as happy and as easy as you do. But trust me. I'm all too familiar with the chest ache, recently." He leaned in, taking a relatively chaste kiss because everything else he wanted to do? He shouldn't do here.

Odin leans into Poe's hand, letting his eyes drift shut so he can just absorb Poe's voice as it vibrates through him, warms him. Later, when he's on his own and dwelling in his nightly anxiety, he might worry about all of this - that he's pushing Poe too hard, diving too quickly and too fast into this thing, but. Knowing he makes Poe's chest ache, the way Poe does for him? Fuck, it fills him with a peace he's never known.

"Poe," he starts, and there's just a brief, lingering look that tells the pilot what he's about to do, and then--

He doesn't give a fuck about privacy, he doesn't give a fuck about who's watching. He's digging his hands further in Poe's hair and pulling him in for a deep, firm kiss, parting his lips and hazily watching him through it, his weight against him as they float into the wall, Odin holding Poe against it. He doesn't know where this is going, if it's going any further than just kissing or not, he's not thinking ahead-- he just needs this, he needs Poe, he needs as much of him as Poe is willing to give him.

He's eyes fluttered closed with a soft groan, but he didn't fight the kiss. He should have should have pushed Odin off and laughed and thrown something at him and said something about the cameras. But he was weak. He had learned fairly quickly early on that Odin could basically ruin him - as a sexual partner he was basically everything Poe had ever wanted. So much so that even as he'd felt the feelings creeping in, he hadn't stopped it. His body knew what is wanted, and so did his heart, and he had spent so long lately trying to pretend that they weren't in sync that now he was completely overwhelmed by it.

So his whole body responded to him, cameras be damned, deepening the kiss as a leg hooked around Odin's. His head bangs against the bulkhead again and Poe can't bring himself to care, a warmth spreading through him that was quickly supplanting any sort of rational thought he wanted to keep.

Every reaction from Poe makes Odin feel like he was born for this. The pilot's leg tight around his, the kiss, each inch of Poe's skin alight with the same heat as his own - Odin's heart is so full he wouldn't find the words for it if he tried to voice them. He breathes through his nose as they kiss, eyes shut tight, until he pulls back just enough to bite at Poe's ear and run his hand down his neck.

"I wish you could feel how happy you make me," he laughs, lips pressed up against Poe's ear, voice low enough for the cameras to miss it. They're still completely clothed, chests pressed together, the growing tent in Odin's suit hidden from the cameras at just the right angle. Odin's knee is between Poe's legs, and he's grinding against him, a little, breath in his ear and fingers threading over his scalp. He holds his hand on Poe's neck and angles his jaw away from him so he can lean down, plant hard, possessive bites over Poe's neck. He sucks hard, marking him, harder than the last time he did it, claiming him.

Poe is his, his alone, his, and he wants the world to know it.

Later, he would try to pull apart what had happened and figure out just how Odin had so thoroughly wormed in right past his defences. All the rules he had tried to make for himself, all the grim reminders and predictions - they all crumbled. This was a bad idea, and he knew it, but he couldn't remember why he had been so sure about that before.

Why had he been so set against letting himself be with anyone?

(Because the happier it gets, the harder it hurts, Dameron.)

He wasn't listening.

Instead his entire galaxy had completely narrowed its focus, and it was just him, and Odin, and every claiming mark made something in his chest constrict in a way that should be painful but instead was an intense searing pleasure.

He didn't even think about how displaying his feelings like this to the world would probably get Odin killed. Didn't think about Hux and Ren watching and waiting for the moment where they could reach in and take anything he cared about just to hurt him.

All he could think about was the rumble against his ear and the way his trousers were getting tighter by the second and the friction rubbing against him.

"Show me."

He said it before he really thought it through, the words coming out in a husky breath rather than anything else.

If Hux and Ren found him, brought a knife to his neck or a shot to his back, right now, right this instant, Odin would still die happy. Every hungry bite he kisses along Poe's skin, every inch of Poe he explores with his fingertips is so-- possessive, but careful, at the same time, like Poe is every important thing in the world and Odin sees him for how important he is. Poe is more than he ever wanted. He still can't believe this is happening.

He grinds against the bulge in Poe's pants, but it's slow, weighed down by the lack of gravity. He uses his hand, instead, slipping his fingers between Poe's legs and grinning into his neck as he strokes his cock through the fabric. He's already panting, leaning his forehead against the little red marks he's left on Poe's neck as he looks down between them, watching everything his hand does. He whispers things. Small, desperate words like Poe and fuck. He's harder than he's ever been, that huge cock of his pressing up against Poe's leg through Odin's clothes.

But they drift, slightly, uncomfortable against the wall of the shuttle, and Odin hisses through his teeth, impatient.

"Zero G isn't gonna work," he mumbles. "We could either go to the bed and hope that nobody's there, or--" His voice drops, and the thrill in his voice - hard as he might try to keep locked away - is overwhelming, drowning in more lust than Poe's ever heard from him.

"Confession room. Where everyone will see."

"Fuck."

It isn't an answer, just a declaration, though the tone it is delivered in makes a few things clear. One, that he was incredibly, incredibly aroused (as if his aching cock hadn't given that one away) and two, that he was so overwhelmed it was likely that Odin could talk him into anything at this point.

At some point he had slid his hand down between them, palming Odin's incredible cock through fabric, his own knuckles grinding against himself as he did so.

Bad idea. Bad idea, bad idea--

"They're going to see the whole damn thing anyway," he finally said, but the growl in his voice sounded almost as if he was taking that as a challenge...

There's no modesty in how Odin grinds against Poe, head lolled down and breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Every touch of his cock makes him push harder into Poe and just feel more and more frustrated by the lack of gravity.

"Yeah," Odin pants, labored but in too deep to back down. "I wanna show you off. Let the world see what's mine. What I can do to you."

He shuts his eyes tight, wraps his arms around Poe's chest and just fucking hugs him, needing the love and the affection that comes from the closeness they can have now that they're-- now that they're something-- as much as he needs the palm rubbing his cock the way it is. He just wants to be close to Poe, connected to him, he wants there to be love in what they'e about to do, but--

"There's still time to stop this," He says, because he knows how exposed it would be, fucking on camera for every import and native to see. If the idea didn't turn his cock to steel, maybe he would have said more to forego it all, but he's harder than he's ever been, precum practically pouring down his clothed dick like a fucking faucet. "If-- you want. We can just-- stop. Let go. Be-- chaste. Until earth."

Voyeurism wasn't something that usually appealed to him - he liked to keep his entanglements discreet, for the most part - but he's also not fucking blind. Or whatever the touch version of blind was. Paralyzed?

He can feel Owain's heart hammering in his chest almost as clearly as he feels his own, can feel the fabric under his palm beginning to run damp, and it's too much. He had little resistance to Owain before - he has absolutely none now. If Owain wanted to brand him in front of the entire world, he would let him do it.

His free arm gripped tight around Owain's shoulders, cutting off the word 'earth' with a deep, desperate, kiss, his tongue pushing deep enough to make very very clear just how stupid he thought the of stopping now was.

"Gravity. Ow- Odin. Now." He catches himself, the name about to spill off his tongue just out of pure joy. Secrets, still. They both had secrets, still. But not this this one.

This was far from secret now.

He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, and let go for just long enough to reach for the wall and start to push them both - still entwined together - toward the confessional.

Odin actually moans into that kiss, mouth slack and passive like he's too lost in his need to be with Poe to take as much of a lead on this as he normally would. He tangles his fingers in Poe's hair, holding him tight, tugging just enough to hurt, and then--

And then he's being pulled to the confessional, and it's clumsy and awkward and rough, with Odin stopping Poe more than once along the way to just kiss his neck or whisper something into his ear or grind their cocks together when he finds enough purchase against the wall to do it. By the time they're in the confessional pod, his suit's a mess, his skin is red and sweaty and he's so insanely hard it actually hurts, how painfully it strains against his clothes.

He slams his fist on the gravity button and seals the two of them inside. He pushes Poe onto the chair and straddles his waist, grinding his dick against Poe's even harder than before, faster, rolling his hips through the motions as he rests one arm on the chair to keep himself balanced. He leans down and kisses Poe's forehead, and fuck, there are actually tears in his eyes, like he still can't believe this is happening. Poe is his. Everyone's going to know it.

"I'm fucking--" going to ruin you, gonna cum real god damn fast if i'm not careful, gonna make you scream my name until your throat is red and raw--

"--falling in love with you. Poe."

It is far too clumsy, and far too messy, and Poe did not even bother to look to see if anyone else in the shuttle was awake or spotted them - he can barely focus on moving forward when he would rather stop, but the end goal of gravity and actually being able to do something without just bouncing off each other manages to keep pulling him to the confessional.

He hits the chair hard and is already half way out of it, arms pulling Odin down against him and he wants to kiss him - all he wants to do is kiss him - but all he can reach at this angle is the man's chest so his lips and teeth find that instead, working around mesh and whatever else that damn suit was made of, and he wants it off and--

And his heart stutters, pounding in his ears, that hollow opening again in his chest like a black hole.

You're going to die, Dameron, and you're going to leave him far worse off than you found him, it whispers, with far too much evidence to back that up. But the other half of his brain is repeating the last damn sentence off of Odin's lips, as if repeated viewings would make it make any more sense. It's a terrible idea - he should immediately remind him what a terrible idea it is, how very badly this is going to go--

But instead he's just pulling himself further up in the chair, sliding hands into Odin's hair and pulling him down to force him to be at kissing level. And he goes for a kiss but doesn't seem to land the mark, just hovers there, lips barely touching, his own pulse racing so fast and so hard that it sounds like a waterfall in his head.

And he whispers, so quietly that it's almost completely inaudible, save for the way the sound rumbles in tentative vibration through the point of contact between them: "--Owain--"

If Odin knew what Poe was thinking, he would do more for him than shudder with need at the feel of teeth on his skin and hands in his hair. Every part of him would be screaming to make Poe feel secure and safe and loved and protected, all the things Odin wants him to feel, always, always, always, but - instead, he's just trying to swallow his heart in his throat as Poe stops so close to his lips, and he wants to close that gap, wants to kiss Poe and scream and laugh and cry all at once, but--

But it hits him, suddenly, that the man he's falling in love with not only knows his name, but he's actually saying it, he actually fucking said it, here, right here, his name, just the two of them, and-- fuck, fuck, he digs his fingers down hard, one hand on the chair and the other on Poe's hip under his clothes, his nails scratching in hard enough to draw blood, and he shuts his eyes and focuses incredibly hard on not blowing his load already. He wills away the feeling after a few heavy breaths and tense muscles, and when it goes, Odin plants small, gentle kisses on Poe's lips, shutting his eyes and letting their foreheads meet.

"You're gonna make me lose my mind, Dameron. You're already halfway there."

He takes another second to make sure his body is calmed down, though so much of him feels like a live wire. He steps off the chair, blind to the cameras and all the people watching them, and just strips off every inch of clothing he's wearing, dropping it all to the floor. He's always been-- overwhelmingly confident, too confident, maybe, about his body, but-- he's anxious and sheepish and nervous like this is the time Poe'll find something wrong with him. But he straddles Poe's waist again, cupping his jaw in both hands and kissing him lightly on the tip of his nose.

"How do you want..." His heart hammers in his chest. "I mean - I think if I fucked you right now, I'd get pretty carried away. Rough. Hard. That kinda thing. Is that... I mean. What do you... want me to do to you?"

[The bite of Owain's nails into his hip is painfully, painfully good - forcing his lips open in a silent, shuddering breath, and he can feel the raw energy between them and he's burning for it.

He knew that there were a good number of people who wouldn't understand, why he was going along with this, why he was watching Owain's strip every piece of fabric from his body as if unveiling a marble statue. For the sex, they'll probably think, especially after this inevitably gets turned into the porn video of the year. But that's not it.

It's that hint of nerves, that low level anxiety that he can feel rippling off the other man and he has a sudden, intense desire to chase it away. It's the Owain that he gets to see, that he doesn't show anyone else, with all his nervous flaws and his heart a million miles wide and twice as deep.

He always thought he was looking for something like his parents had, while at exactly the same running from it as fast as he could.

He didn't really think he would have found something completely different.

Like two damaged stars streaking across the sky, somehow speeding in the same direction until their orbits intertwined.]

We've got time. [His voice comes out far softer than he meant it, and he wants to get his clothes off too, but Owain's already straddling him and he'd been too lost in watching Odin while he was taking them off. So he tries now, struggling with his shirt without being willing to push Odin off. Instead he's leaning up, pressing a warm, open mouthed kiss to Owain's throat.

He's already forgotten about the cameras because he can't bring himself to care, something warm and full spreading in his chest.]

I want you in me, but we've got time--

Edited 2017-12-07 23:50 (UTC)

[ Owain stays rigid and still when he feels Poe's lips dancing on his throat. It makes Poe's struggle to get his shirt off all the more difficult, but his stomach is doing little jumps with every warm touch Poe gifts him, and all that uncharacteristic vulnerability he feels is freezing him in place. He's struck, suddenly, by how beautiful Poe is. Physically, yeah - the grin, those eyebrows, that jaw, that fucking hair, every part of him, but - spiritually.

This is the man he's been falling in love with, so fast and so soon. The man who has so much pressure riding on his shoulders, between the war back home and the memories he keeps. Owain doesn't know a lot, still, about Poe's relationship with his parents, but he knows it isn't necessarily a happy one, at least in part thanks to his mother's death. He can relate to that. He can relate to so, so many things in Poe, and Poe just - accepts him, like nobody else ever has. That fucking overwhelming, overwhelming lust that keeps his rock-hard cock resting on Poe's abs and makes Owain's skin feel like it's on fire is still there, but it's overtaken by this fucking-- affection.

He puts his hands to Poe's jaw, silently urging him to hold still. He kisses him, long and steady, barely moving or breathing through all of it, and he tries to put so, so many of his feelings into that kiss. Gratitude, admiration, love, everything he feels in his heart, everything that's made for Poe and Poe alone. He always wanted something his parents did, too, but he thinks he found it, in a way. His mom and dad died protecting the people they loved, and Owain thinks... yeah. If he could fight alongside Poe, giving him every drop of blood, sweat and tears in his body, every ounce of protection and joy and love he had - his life would be worth something, finally.

He breaks the kiss, softly, looks down at Poe's eyes, lost in them for a second. He breathes in.

And then he's helping Poe take off his clothes, discarding his shirt as he rocks his ass over Poe's dick. He leans back just enough to undo Poe's belt and draw his dick out from underneath his waistband, which he slowly runs his hands over before he begins to stroke. ]

Yeah. Yeah, we've got-- time.

[ He brings his palm to his mouth, drawing his tongue along it, getting it wet. He strokes the head of Poe's cock in slow, loud circles of flesh on flesh. ]

Just-- just-- anything you want from me. Anything you want, and I'll do it. You want me to fuck you 'til you scream? You're gonna lose your voice, by the time I'm done with you. You want me to be slow - infuriatingly gentle - roll my hips against you while you're a writhing, desperate mess, begging me to take you as hard as I can? I can do that. I just want--

I just want this to be about you. You're-- you're everything, and I wanna prove that.

You're overthinking things again. [The tease is so quiet it's almost a whisper, but the affection that it is enveloped it is anything but silent. His whole body hums with it, the smile splitting his face so bright and warm that it feels like it might break him, to feel so much all at once.

He wants to be back in that kiss, again.]

I don't need a show. [He slides both hands into Owain's hair, holding his face steady, meeting his eyes despite the way Owain is grinding his palm against Poe's cock, the throb of desperate, needy pleasure that forced a bead of precum to slide straight down his aching cock. Yes, he was incredibly aroused, and parted of him wanted to lose himself in that, but--

But most of him wants to be lost in that kiss.]

I just want you. So stop overthinking it and kiss me again.

[ His hand hesitates on Poe's cock, but just for a second. He slows his strokes down to something lazy, something careful and loving that's only happening because he really, really wants to touch Poe, every part of him, share that intimacy with him, rather than because he wants to dive straight into anything harder. He anchors his legs around Poe's waist and digs his knees into his thighs to keep steady, and he leans in so, so close, their noses all but touching and Owain's breath a whisper against Poe's lips.

He sounds - thankful, when he talks. Like he still can't believe this is happening. ]

I just want everything to be perfect. You're perfect. I'm-- not. But. I want to be. I want-- to be perfect. For you.

[ He closes the distance, kissing Poe with that same surge of affection, breaking it every few seconds to catch his breath before he dives back into it. It's not rough, there's less tongue than usual, it's unbelievably gentle like he's scared Poe's made of glass and he's going to break him, but - fuck, he loves him, he genuinely thinks he loves him, even if he's just at the very beginning of those feelings. ]

No one is perfect. Not even me. But you--

[His fingers are curled a little too tightly into Owain's hair, hips hips rolling into that slow, lazy touch. He lets go with one hand only to slip it down between them, reaching for the impossibly long, heavy heat of Owain's cock and wrapping his fingers around it. He doesn't stroke - he just rolls the pad of his thumb over the head slowly, spreading the bead of precum he found there.]

[He leans it as if to take a kiss, but it's so that he can whisper quietly enough that only Odin can hear him.]

Owain, you make me feel incredible-- just the way you are--

[ Owain tries to bite back the moan that rocks out of him when Poe's thumb circles over him, but he can't - it sends shocks through his body and makes his muscles visibly tighten, like the hours of roughly fucking Poe into his mattress back home weren't even the least bit comparable to the intensity of that gentleness. He has to hunch over to catch his breath again, losing himself so quickly, and even though they've been this close before, physically, seeing Poe's eyes in so much detail makes his stomach do flips and his lungs constrict. It takes a couple of attempts before he finds his voice. ]

I think you're perfect. Don't argue with me, Dameron.

[ He tilts his head into the kiss, and when he's surprised by a whisper brushing over him instead, he feels-- fuck, he feels like he's made of gold, like there's no part of him that isn't priceless. He feels secure in himself, and that realization strikes him like a blow to the gut, because he's never felt like this before. Never, not once, not in his entire life, has he felt just-- right, as the man he is. Poe fixes so much of him and he doesn't even realize it. ]

Ahaha, you're gonna make me cry. [ He kisses Poe properly, this time, short but lingering. ] I wish I had the words to tell you how you make me feel. All those stupid songs and stories about how someone can just fit, I didn't-- get it. Before.

Don't worry. [He's smiling so wide his face actually hurts, and he presses his forehead to Owain's and steals another quick kiss as his hand slowly, slowly begins to move. Achingly slowly, pausing every time that Owain moves or shudders or twitches, just wanting to lap it all in. He's grinning, stupidly, and he can't stop it.]

I'll figure out a way to chafe at the edges, don't worry about that.

[He began to pump Owain's cock a little more firmly, is own heart skipping a little fanatically in his chest.]

Edited 2017-12-09 13:34 (UTC)

[ He moves and shudders a lot. Even for Owain, who always openly lights up whenever Poe's in the room and who always enthusiastically and excitedly throws himself into sex with this guy, he's - alive, again, in a way he's never been. He reacts like he's never been touched before, sometimes, bucking his hips in a short sudden jerk when Poe's hand grazes over just the right spot. At others he just looks at peace, like Poe is everything he could ever fucking need to survive, just looking down at him with so much pure joy and eagerness and love in his heart for this.

Again, he tries to find the words for how he's feeling. Again, he fails, and just laughs a little too hard to be considered sexy. ]

Fuck, you're the best! Fuck, Poe, I can't-- fuck, fuck, fuck.

[ When he kisses Poe there's more urgency this time, though it's hard to maintain, because he just keeps smiling, bright and full. He goes back to stroking Poe in time with the hand on his own cock, trying to match Poe's movements as best as he can, but there's so much pure adrenaline in his veins that his hand is shaking and jittery like he's had too much coffee. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. ]

I can't - hold back. I've gotta - take you. Mine. Make you mine.

[Owain makes him feel like he's attached to a jumper cable - every surge of energy from Owain is like a kickstart to his own heart. It's too fast. He knows it's too fast but he can't stop himself, Owain's words just pulling it out of him like rabbit in a hat, and he's laughing before he can stop himself.

At least until Owain speaks again.]

... Fuck, take me, Owain. [He says it a little too loudly, the cameras almost completely forgotten.]

Take me.

[ The part of him that remembers the cameras is screaming at him to tell Poe to be careful with his name, but - he's surprised, when he examines those feelings, and realizes why, exactly, Poe's silence on this is so important to him. Back home, he keeps his name to himself for his safety, it's something people can't know or he'll end up killed - so when, exactly, did everything change? When did he care less about his safety than just - keeping this name between him and Poe? Owain is a part of him, the realest part of him, and he's for Poe, nobody else.

But -

At the same time, he wants people to know. He wants people to know that he has another name, and that calling him that is a privilege only Poe can have. So when he steps back to the chair, tears the rest of Poe's clothes away and lines the head of his cock with his entrance - when he thrusts in far too fucking hard, far too fucking fast, moaning at the top of his lungs as the heat envelops him deep to the hilt - he takes Poe's lips in his and kisses him hard, and only breaks to whisper one thing. ]

Say my name again.

[He scrambles with him, the fire and adrenaline and lust coursing so quick and hard through his veins that there's nothing else he can do. Nothing else in the world - in the galaxy - that he cares about right at that moment.

He gives a ragged gasp as Owain breaks him - as ready as he'd been mentally, he hadn't been bodily - but the pain just made his cock throb and leak a long line of precum right down its length. He moans against Owain's lips when he kisses him, clumsily and hungrily returning it, his hands gripping at Owain's arms, his short-cropped nails digging hard into the man's biceps.]

Owain.

[It was ragged and breathless, a desperate plea moaned right into Owain's mouth as Poe's hips already tried to start to move, despite the ragged burn, because he wanted so much more.]

Fuck, Owain, you drive me insane--

Edited 2017-12-12 06:12 (UTC)

[ The head of his cock feels like it's in a fucking vice, right now, soft and warm as Poe tightens round him, the rawness and the lack of any real lube other than the precum flooding from Owian's cock making everything feel so much more intense. He fucks into every soft bump and ridge, stretching Poe open wide enough to take him, rolling his hips deep and pressing hard on Poe's prostate whenever he angles just the right way to find it. The nails digging into his skin only spur him on, making him pick up the pace already, faster and faster every time Poe scratches into his muscles, only holding back so as not to hurt him. ]

Pretty sure you--

[ He was gonna make a joke, something stupid and sarcastic without thinking 'cause Poe just makes him that comfortable, even here, broadcast in front of so many people, but then he's gasping sharply as Poe moves his hips into him and he has to hold still so he doesn't fucking shoot already. He laughs, throaty and deep and erotic once he's calmed down, biting at Poe's bottom lip, teasing. ]

Pretty sure you were already insane before I found you.

[The laugh was probably the most erotic sound Poe Dameron had ever fucking heard in his entire life. Moans, groans, cries, screams, whatever - but Owain's mid-sex husky, happy laugh hit every button that Poe Dameron had.

Well except for his prostate, but that was already being hammered pretty hard.

He was pretty sure that his ass would be sore for days, after this, and he could not bring himself to care, at all, on any level- all he wanted was Owain and his fucking laugh.

He had laughed back, too, breathless and low at the back of his throat and he smiled so hard it hurt.]

Point. Point taken. Fuck- stop for a second, I want - switch around, I want to ride that fucking monster of yours because otherwise you're-- nngh-- otherwise you're going to make me come way too fast--

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