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 thrust is making sparks dance in his vision and he has to swallow hard and shut his eyes incredibly tightly for a few seconds just so that he can enjoy it without immediately succumbing. He can feel the ridge of every muscle in Owain's abdomen as they move over his cock, and he leaks almost continuously, making the space between them slicker with every claiming thrust.

Because that's what this is. He's being claimed, utterly and completely. That's what he wants.

He wants to be able to concentrate on what Owain is saying. He can hear the tears in the man's voice and the gravel in his throat and all he wants to do is reassure him. But every word comes with Owain taking him, utterly and completely.

"--I'm yours--" he moans, and it's half an echo and half an assertion, his spine arching and his whole body pressing up into Owain's as his muscles shake with tension.

"--- I'm-- Owain, I'm yours--"

It takes a moment for Owain to actually hear the words, the heartbeat pulsing through his ears too loud for him to make sense of anything. His nose is pressed tight against Poe's skin when he registers it - Poe smells like the sky, somehow - and when he does, when he gets it, when I'm yours breaks through him -

Fuck, fuck, fuck -

Owain doesn't moan when he finally comes.

He shuts his eyes so tight it hurts, and he loses all sense of control in his body. He convulses, fucking into Poe in lurching thrusts, and he doesn't realize how hard he's pounding him until his cloudy, zoned out brain connects those noises he's hearing to the the bed skidding against the floor and the headboard hitting the wall. He's stuck on I'm yours, pinning Poe's entire body down on his cock, his fingers digging hard enough into Poe's back to bruise, fingers twisting and curling and scratching over him like he's frantically scrambling for something to hold onto because he's falling, falling.

The build up to shooting his load takes longer than normal, edged and dragged out even when he's fucking Poe so hard the room feels like it's shaking, and he's whimpering as the boiling heat in his cock grows more and more painful. His mouth is half-open against Poe's shoulder, canine teeth scraping skin without Owain even noticing that's what he's doing, and when his climax finally, finally hits him, when he cries out just once when he explodes, he sinks his teeth hard into Poe's shoulder and silently cries through the whole thing, hips staggering as jet after jet after jet pours out of him into Poe. It floods down his length and onto the sheets and Owain's just ruined, lifting Poe off the bed a few inches to unload as much of his come into him as he can before his strength gives out and the jaw on Poe's shoulder starts to ease.

He was an absolute mess. His whole back was arched in an unsustainable way, Owain's hands leaving dark bruises on his skin. He was already just about to come when Owain did, the bed slamming against the wall with a rhythmic crash.

He was already almost gone when Owain's teeth sunk into him.

He came so hard that his vision blacked out. He probably yelled something - his throat was raw from it even if he didn't register it. (Even if everyone else on this floor - as well as the one above and below - heard him scream Owain's name.)

He coated his own chest in his cum, shot after shot that didn't seem to end, until everything in him was almost painfully empty. His whole body was shaking almost uncontrollably and he slumped in Owain's grip, something close to a whimper on his lips.

He feels like the air has been pulled out of his lungs and the muscles in his body have all been turned to lead, by the time he finally, finally finishes. He collapses on top of Poe with a grunt, and he stays there, for a moment, his own torso and his stomach roped with Poe's cum, and then he's pulling on all the strength in the god damn world to sit up.

His hair is a mess, skin pink and red from exertion, like he's the one who just got fucked into oblivion. He kisses Poe, not necessarily silencing the whimper, but muffling it with a hum of his own. Even now, after everything they just did, after giving everything he has to Poe, the man he loves, the man he'll only, only, only ever love, his heart skips a beat and jumps with the innocence of a first crush.

He carefully, carefully pulls out of Poe and rolls onto his back, exhausted, cock slowly starting to soften. He knows he should shower, but he's warm and he's exhausted and he feels like his bones are buzzing. He can barely move, and Poe's cum on his chest and his stomach is already starting to cool, but he's happy. He's breathing hard as he tilts his head to look at Poe, and for a second, all thoughts of Finn and any mistakes that brought them here are completely swept from his mind.

"Hi."

Poe sinks into the sheets like they are swallowing him whole. Everything below his waist is either humming in afterglow or just feels numb, and he's pretty sure that if he tried to sit up he would just pass out. So, he doesn't. He is very, very content to just lie there, thanks. Trying to get his breath back again. He feels, rather than sees, Owain collapse down next to him, and he clumsily feels around with his hand until he can find Owain's and thread their fingers together, gripping tight.

After a while he finally turns his head, a ghost of a laugh on his lips and in his eyes, and there's nothing in his expression that's anything save love.

"... Hi." His eyes crinkle warmly. "... Come here often?"

He couldn't help himself.

Again, his veins pulse with an electricity that shocks through him so fast he barely knows what to do with himself, and he squeezes Poe's hand back with as much strength as his tired, limp body will allow. He kicks off some of the sheets that had tangled around his ankles so he can just lay there, completely naked, warm and comfortable and tired and finally, finally loved.

"I'm sure as shit gonna come here again," he mumbles, grinning from ear to ear, and he's zoning out again, a sort of tired haze making his words flow through him without any thought. "You seen the service in this joint? The waiters go to bed with you. Or... something. I think I'm calling you a waiter? I don't know. I'm tired."

He looks over to Poe, and for once he's actually aware of how he must look. Soft smiles, hair all sticking up in every direction, collapsed against the pillow, completely and utterly devastated by Poe. He's aware, now, when he feels the warmth in his cheeks and the tears prickling at his eyes again, that when he looks at Poe - like this - he must look at him the same way his dad looked at his mom.

His voice is a little dry, when he finds it again. Forcing himself to speak because he doesn't want to fall asleep. Not when they have so much to do tonight - with Finn, with his own.

"Did I do okay?"

He can't help it. He's chuckling, lowly, in the back of his throat, though it is almost ridiculous enough to be called a giggle. It makes his eyes water, and he raises he other hand to rub at them.

Well.

Maybe that's not what was making his eyes water, after all. Maybe they were just leaking, after everything.

Poe looks just as mussed as Owain does - his tanned skin flushed several shades darker, the sweat on his throat making it look glossy, and a few curls of his perfect hair have stuck to his forehead. He met Owain's eyes, and without a single thought in his mind other than how fucking perfect Owain was, simply said:

"... Yeah. Yeah, I think that was probably okay."

Owain laughs, because Poe's giggling, and it's quiet, at first, but then it runs away with him. What starts out quiet and tired builds on top of each other with giggles of his own, until he's laughing at the fact that he won't stop laughing and it just grows until his lungs are on fire and his eyes are watering and his sides won't stop aching. He laughs with an unbidden, pure happiness, soon curled up on his side with his face resting against Poe's shoulder, and he only stops when his throat is sore and his chest is heavy and everything stops feeling like a dream.

The setting sun filtering in through the half-drawn curtains, the sky being painted with streaks of gold and scarlet. He takes a long, long breath, the overwhelming joy and right of his moment finally giving way to bricks of sand that crumble in his stomach, and he rolls back onto his back. Through all of it, he's still holding Poe's hand.

"... How long do you think we can stay here?"

It's a quiet question, one asked less with guilt and more just... nerves. He runs his thumb over Poe's knuckles, subconsciously focusing his thumb on Poe's ring finger.

"I don't really... know what to do. How to do this. How to tell them."

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He's out of breath and tired and sated and every atom is humming with happiness. Well. No. Not every atom. Because as the numbness is wearing off, the deep ache was settling in, in its stead. He hadn't been taken like that in - in a long, long time.

He didn't mind.

When Owain finally began to speak, though, the smile drifted off of Poe's lips and disappeared. Somehow, he'd completely forgotten. It had just left his mind, pushed aside by Owain and being together and feeling whole--

But the blade drove itself deep into his chest, almost like he could taste the blood at the back of his throat, and he swallowed. Right.

Right.

"... I don't know." It was his honest answer, and it was quiet, and low. "... but we- I can't really-- I have to do it. And soon."

He knew, even as he asked, that the question would hurt. But that's what all of this is about, right? They spent too long hurting each other, too long not just ripping off bandaids, too long dying slow deaths and pretending they were alive. Owain is willing to hurt Poe, a little, if it'll be good for the both of them. He never used to be like that.

He says nothing, to Poe's answer. Acknowledges it with a flutter of his eyes and a soft, gentle kiss to the bite he left on his shoulder, silently telling him with actions, rather than words, that he's okay, and that Owain's here, and that he loves him, and that they'll get through this.

"What do we do after? Can we see each other again, like-- tonight? Or..."

He groans as he uses his free arm to prop himself up. He is - not as young as he used to be. Damn. He was going to feel this for a couple of days.

"I don't know." Another honest answer, but he's obviously thinking about it, weighing.

"It could be just - minutes - or-- I don't know, Owain. I-- I'll owe him an explanation, if he wants it."

Probably shouldn't have left Poe so incredibly well fucked, given what he has to do after this. Owain would be smugly popping his collar if he wasn't equal parts guilty and naked.

"No... yeah. I know. An explanation."

There's no part of him that worries Poe might choose Finn over him, again. Not after those days under the shade of the apple trees, where he could feel them slowly getting closer, finding each other again. There's a part of him that worries this might-- break Poe, though, that he'll only ever be able to look at Owain with guilt after this and their relationship might wither and die before it has a chance to start.

He thinks of another worst case scenario - of Poe being ported out, now, right now, when they have so much to do. The kiss he'd pressed to Poe's shoulder rises to Poe's lips and he takes them, needier than before, finding reassurance and letting his heart steady. He pulls back.

"What... are you going to tell him? I think - I know what I'm going to tell... mine." He hesitates. "I think - he's probably always known. That it was you. For me. Because I've had to assure him before that it-- wasn't. You. So... that'll be fun."

Poe sighed, rubbing at his face with a hand. "Yeah. A... lot of fun. I think that's probably what I'm in for, too."

"I don't know, Owain. But I think it... I'm pretty sure this conversation was coming anyway. Even if we hadn't--"

He let out a long sigh. "I should have figured this out months ago."

It would have been better, for both of them - for all four of them - if Poe had realized things sooner. Owain considers fighting him, but - it's true, that even now, there's a part of him that might not ever recover from having to wait for so long.

"I don't think... my conversation would have ever happened. It was either - wait for you, be alone, or try and find warmth in the cold." He hesitates. "I chose the first option, pretending to choose the third."

But he leans his head on Poe's shoulder, and then decides that's not enough contact. He hooks one leg around one of Poe's, shutting his eyes.

"You gonna be okay?" And, after a moment-- "Are we gonna be okay?"

He raised a hand, fingertips idly brushing at Owain's throat as the man lay on his shoulder. He doesn't answer right away. He's thinking too hard, and, well, that isn't a fast process, sometimes.

But he let out another long, quiet sigh, and turned his head just enough to press a dry kiss to Owain's forehead.

"... Yeah." It wasn't a flippant answer, and indeed, for an affirmative it sounded a little heavy. "... I think we'll be okay."

He paused again, eyes closing as he pressed his face into Owain's hair and breathed him in. The smell was so warm and familiar that it made the back of his throat tighten. The silence stretched, a few more seconds, until he murmured - quietly, and yet still clearly -

"I love you, Owain."

He doesn't panic, during the silence. He's sad, maybe, if nothing else. Of all the ways for the two of them to finally find each other, having to walk through fire at the beginning of things was hardly ideal. He shuts his eyes when Poe kisses him, listening to his heartbeat through his skin. He would-- sleep, for many days, in this bed, if he were allowed.

Or so he thinks, until Poe tells him he loves him.

His eyes snap open and he scrambles up to his knees, filled with an energy he didn't know he could have, after what they just did. His heart is fucking jackhammering, his palms sweaty already. Poe's cum is still just hanging out on his chest and he doesn't even give a shit.

"You said it first," Owain says, sitting up on his knees. "Or-- wait. Did I say it first? I said it first. Fuck, I said it while I was fucking you!! That isn't cool!! That's not romantic!"

He scratches his fingers through his hair as fast as he can, face cycling between anger at himself, an overwhelming joy, so much fucking relief and enough love and affection that he might burst from it. He's crawling back to Poe on his hands and knees and just--

He should say it back, he should say it back--

But he's overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, and he does, clumsy and too firm like it's the first time he's ever done this. He crushes his lips against Poe's and parts them too early, desperate to feel their tongues melt into each other, and Owain straddles Poe's hips when he cups his jaw and tilts his chin upwards. The kiss evens out, with time, becoming softer but still needy, and when he finally, finally breaks for air, there's a shine to his lips and a flush on his cheeks and too much light in his eyes.

"I--"

He swallows.

"That's cool, I guess."

Poe was about the laugh and reassure him - but he didn't have time. Suddenly Owain was crawling onto him again, and Poe let out a low moan in the back of his throat as his hands settled on Owain's hips and he returned the kiss needily.

When Owain finally does pull back, playing it cool, Poe finally does laugh, pressing forward to steal another quick kiss.

"That wasn't the first time you said it," he admits, in a low voice against Owain's lips. "... Or even really the first time I have. We've basically been saying it for an entire year. I just didn't notice."

"Oh. Well. Yeah. But."

He rests on Poe's hips and grins, a little, leaning away from Poe's kiss like he wants to be chased. ... And then realizing he has zero willpower, when it comes to Poe, and dips forward to take his lips with his own. He doesn't think he has the words to describe just how fucking much he loves Poe, just how much he affects him, how much he's always affected him, so he grabs Poe's hand and places it over his heart, letting him feel the way it's beating like a drum under Owain's ribs, fast enough that he can barely contain himself.

But he's also Owain, so he can't not say something.

"I love you. I'm in love with you," he says, "and it's just-- the core of me. We'll get through this - and be together."

He might have been chased, but it was too late - Owain was taking the kisses for himself.

It's far to easy to feel the pulse of Owain's heart, though the base of Poe's palm brushes over some now pretty cold and gross cum, and he makes a little bit of a face - amused and fond.

"... Yeah." He leaned in to take another kiss, far softer this time, and lingering. "... Though I may need a shower."

Ah. Right. The cold and gross cum. Ah well. Owain kisses Poe again and slides off his hips, back to the sheets as he looks up at the ceiling. He spent a long, long time last year staring up at this ceiling and hoping for something to change. It's strange, doing so again, now that everything is different.

"I'll... ah."

He scratches at his cheek, lips tugging into a smile, despite all of this. He tries not to look at Poe, but he does, out of the corner of his eyes, before swallowing and laughing nervously.

"I'll-- shower with you, then," he says, a little lilting, trying not to make it too obvious that they're totally gonna bone.

Poe's smile spreads, and it's very knowing.

Yeah.

Yeah, they're going to bone.

But he can't really find himself at issue, with that. He leans down, pressing a kiss to Owain's lips before (with a slightly pained grunt) he slides himself off the bed. Yeah. This is - maybe he should hit up Archie to heal him, a bit, before going straight home. But that was a thought for later. For now, he just padded toward the shower, completely naked.

Owain stays in bed for a second just to watch Poe go - THAT ASS - but he slides off the sheets and runs after him the second he turns the corner into the bathroom.

It's a pretty fucking fancy joint, like the rest of the hotel room - the shower is huge, certainly big enough for two people to move around in comfortably, with polished glass and black tiles lined with a thin strip of gold at the highest peak of the wall. He slips in after Poe and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it's perfect, and--

And there's an opportunity to be sexy here, to let water run down his broad shoulders and showcase every curve of the body he's spent a lifetime working on, but he doesn't think to take it. He dips right under the showerhead until his hair is completely drenched, and then he steps out from the spray and shakes his head like a dog, splattering droplets against the glass and the tiles and just kinda grinning at Poe looking somewhat dandelion-ish when he's done.

"Hi."

Idiot.

The grin that splits Poe's lips is so open and honest that it almost hurts, and he laughs, raising his hands to push his fingers through Owain's hair and rub it roughly.

"Hi," he replies, with a smirk and fond, crinkled eyes, before pulling Owain down into a firm kiss.

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