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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"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--

[ Fuck, it's the same for Poe - that laugh sends electricity straight through Owain's dick, and he fucks into him like a fucking animal, slamming deep into his ass until his breath is coming out shaky and uneven. He stays there, laying over Poe, fists digging into the chair for balance, and even though he's a sweaty, desperate mess, he grins at Poe with as much cockiness as he can muster. ]

I want to see that, though - Poe Dameron, the biggest sex symbol this country can offer, falling to pieces under me, spent and exhausted.

[ He slowly eases his cock back to make his point, dragging it out of Poe's ass infuriatingly slowly, inch by inch until only his tip is inside of him, and then he kisses Poe hard for a second, just to buy more time. He pulls out, soon enough, all but lifts Poe off the chair by the arms, and then he's reclining in the seat himself, legs spread, hard as steel, waiting. ]

C'mon, then. Show me what you can do, if you think you've got it in you.

Edited 2017-12-12 15:35 (UTC)

[Poe laughed again, utterly breathless, straining up to kiss that damn cocky smirk off Owain's lips.]

Hey, I wasn't calling for surrender. [yet.]

[Though the moan he makes as Owain slowly draws out might sound like he has - there's absolutely no restraint in it, somewhere between frustration, disappointment, and utter pleasure. It's stifled as Owain's lips claim his, and he kisses back with a fierce (if clumsy) vigour, before he can finally stand up.

Ow. He hides the wince by biting his lip, drawing it between his teeth as he stood above Owain, his tanned skin even darker, the flush spread over his shoulders, his cock thick and heavy with need as he moves to straddle him.]

Don't test me, or I'll drag this out so long that you have to flip me over just to finally get some release. [Though that. Might. Be part of the plan.

He gripped the base of Owain's cock as he angled it, but he didn't rush it. Not because of how his body stretched and ached as Owain's cock filled him, but because he wanted to feel every. Damn. Inch. He let out a heavy pant as he finally had taken as much as the angle would allow, grinding into Owain's lap.]

Fuck--

[One hand gripped the back of the chair, the other sank fingernails into Owain's hip as he began to move, leveraging himself up with his knees to draw himself half way off of Owain's cock before slamming back down again.]

[ Owain does his best to seem... stoic, maybe, or unaffected, when Poe starts to take a little more control of all this. He leans back against the chair like it's just where he's meant to be, like he's done this a thousand times before and he's silently challenging Poe to impress him, show that he's worthy of Owain's cock. It's hard to do, when Poe bites his lip like that and straddles his waist - when Owain breathes out, slow and lingering, he tries to make it seem natural, or almost bored, even as he quietly loses his fucking mind.

He laughs, that same fucking laugh, when Poe teases him, and his cock pulses hard as a fresh river of precum slides down his shaft and drips down his balls. He says nothing, as Poe fucks himself onto his cock, though his whole body is tense and every hungry throb of his length pretty god damn noticeably vibrates through Poe. He still says nothing, as Poe starts to move and dig his nails into his skin, only watches with tense muscles and half-lidded eyes, but when he fucking slams down, Owain gasps out loud and thrusts his hips upwards without meaning to, losing all composure for a second. His legs are shaking from the sheer god damn pleasure that just bolted through him, and he digs his hands into the arms of the chair to calm down.

He takes a deep breath - and then he's back to trying to seem cool. He rests his cheek on his hand, his elbow resting on the arm of his chair, and he looks up at Poe, grinning and biting his bottom lip. ]

You wouldn't be able to. I think you like my cock too much. There's no way I'd break before you did.

[ He takes Poe's cock in his other hand, but he - lingers, for a second, before he does it, his fingers hovering just over the steel hard flesh before slowly, so fucking slowly, forming a fist around it, one finger at a time. He starts to stroke Poe as he fucks himself down on Owain's dick, but it's with a feather light touch, like he's having fun teasing Poe and reminding him who's in charge. He gently swirls the pad of his thumb over the slit, collecting a bridge of precum, which he brings to his own lips and licks clean. ]

I think - if you tried to take things slowly, with me - you'd just end up on your hands and knees, harder than you've ever been in your life as you begged me to ruin you.

I only break when I want to. [A very cocky grin was splitting his lips, and though his skin was flushed his entire expression was filled with the same cocksure excitement that he had when he was flying an x-wing. He was completely in control of himself, despite, or maybe because of, the overwhelming lust. He looked far, far, far too pleased with himself after Owain bucked up into him.

His lip caught perpetually between his teeth as he concentrated, he drew himself up slowly before slamming back down just as hard as second time, purposely never actually catching a rhythm.

Owain's touch on his cock is almost a secondary thought, even though it jumped at the contact, throbbing heavily. He was a little too caught up in how fucking good Owain felt inside of him at the moment, and even more on giving Owain a run for his money.]

Just because I--[Hard thrust downwards and a husky groan] -- like to break myself -- [Another hard thrust, almost wiggling his ass into Owain's lap once he'd bottomed out] -- on your fucking- amazing cock-- [Drawing up way too slowly, rolling his hips to just shallowly fuck himself on just the very end of Owain's cock] -- doesn't mean I can't take it --

[ He'd prepared himself for the second slam against his cock, but his balls still tightened and his legs still shuddered as every sensitive part of him gets fucking overwhelmed. Owain doesn't trust himself to talk right now, knowing his voice would crack and give away just how fucking in love with this he is, so he's silent as he grins up at Poe, visibly impressed under that huge fucking haze of lust that's completely blinding him to the cameras, the other contestants on the shuttle and his life back in America. This is his whole world, right now.

He doesn't think Poe's ever looked more beautiful than he did just then, so god damn proud of himself when Odin caved and fucked into him. He wants to see that again, but - that look has to be earned. He squeezes Poe's cock and jerks it in slow, circular motions, his fist warm and tight and soft and wet with precum. When Poe starts thrusting down again, Owain's hand falters, but he reclines and says nothing, one eyebrow raised and doing his best to look unaffected.

He gets through Poe's dirty talk without much of a response. There's a miniscule rise of his hips when he says he likes to break himself, and his eyelids shudder like he barely has the strength to keep them open, but he just leans back, his hand resting on his fist again like he's bored. His cock twitches and flexes up into Poe when he compliments it, but again, nothing. He doesn't even react when Poe's slowly drawing up from him, though he has to actively fight every primal urge in his body telling him to pin him back down and fuck him and flood him with cum and--

The change in his reaction comes as suddenly as it did when he bucked hard into Poe that first time - Owain's eyes practically roll into the back of his head when every nerve on the head of his cock gets brushed over and over again by Poe's tight ass, and he basically fucking roars after a few seconds of it. His strong hands move to grip tight onto Poe's hips, and he holds him so tight that Poe's skin goes a little whiter. His nails draw blood, and he fucking forces Poe back down to the base of his cock and holds him there, his waist raised from the chair to get as deep as he can. He thrusts into Poe's ass after a few moments but it's rapid and shallow, Owain barely able to move, anchored down on the chair by Poe's weight that he's keeping in place, and he gets frustrated and leans forward until both of them are off the chair and on the floor.

He looks angry, almost, as they hit the floor, Poe's back against it. He raises his hand to Poe's throat and grips it lightly, holding him steady so that when he kisses him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and laughing this exhausted, fascinated laugh, he'll have control over at least this. When he pulls each long, long inch out of Poe, he's moaning - and when he slams back in he throws his whole body into it, pushing them both along the floor as his skin slaps hard against Poe's ass. ]

Fucking-- jesus. Fuck. Fucking-- n-- next time. Next time-- [ Owain gasps, sharp, as he lets go of Poe and rests his fists to the side of him. He thrusts in again, and again, teeth clenched hard as he grunts loud as fuck under the effort. ]

Next time-- you're gonna break first.

Oh fuck--

[It's the nails, that get him, at first. The sharp bite as they broke flesh making his cock shudder with need. When Owain just holds him there for a few minutes, though, he relaxes a little, trying to pull against Owain's grip (even though it's in vain). Once he starts moving again, Poe lets out a low, satisfied groan, leaning in to steal a kiss-----

But then he's tipping backwards off the chair and hitting the floor with a hard thump.

His pulse flutters under Owain's fingers as they find his throat, and a look of pure, unadulterated lust flickers over Poe's features before Owain's lips are on his and his tongue is thrusting deep and in what seems like seconds Owain is fucking him. Really fucking him.

Sure, Owain is also apparently saying something, but Poe isn't really aware of whatever it is that he's saying - he's a little distracted. His cock throbs, precum sliding down the side- flicking off onto his chest as Owain's punishing thrusts make his cock slam against himself every time.

Yes.

This may have been his entire plan.

Though even that thought is way too much for his current state - there is very little blood left that is available to his brain. His entire existence has narrowed down to every destroying thrust, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a pant, his head rolling back, neck stretching taut. Was he saying words? Maybe? Was he moaning Owain's name, now, his entire body shuddering as his hands found Owain's back, nails dragging hard at his skin, legs coming up to curl around him and force him to thrust harder--]

Edited 2017-12-17 02:16 (UTC)

PSL || poe/odin

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