He keeps his hands in Poe's hair, tugging a little insistently into the kiss when Poe tries to peel back, because he's not done. He can feel the taste of himself on Poe and he wants more of it, kissing him over and over again until it's gone, and then he leans back, cock still hard and slick with Poe's saliva between them.
"... We'll do more after this? I want--" He swallows.
"Yeah. Though uh- once I'm done, I'm probably done, so... Don't worry too much about that." He was not a teenager anymore, in that respect. But he takes every kiss and then gives a few more for good measure.
He wet his lips, thinking, the gears turning behind his eyes. "Owain... I really-- don't think I want to go tonight without- either you in me, or me in you-- " he pressed another kiss to the side of Owain's lips. "...Or both. Both is good, too--"
Part of his... lessons... involved being told that he had to be ready for Poe to use him over and over again, every night, whenever he wanted to, if that's what he decided Owain's purpose was. It was unrealistic, maybe - more just a lesson in crushing Owain's will than anything else - but there's genuine surprise in his voice that maybe gives away the fact that he was told to be ready for anything.
He doesn't focus on it for long, though, thanks to the kiss. Just loses his mind in it for a moment longer, slowly sealing away another influx of this is wrong, this is wrong, this isn't how you're supposed to be that builds back over his resolve, his realizations.
"I-- want that. Either of-- those. Both of those. I just... don't... know how to..."
He's embarrassing himself, having to keep saying this. I don't know how to start things, I don't know what I want, I don't know if you want the same things I do. He's actually starting to get a bit frustrated, and he looks away from Poe, anger at himself starting to flicker onto his expression. Fuck, he's probably ruining this.
He sees the flicker of frustration, and he leans in to press his forehead to Owain's.
"It's alright. I'll show you." Though that made the decision for him. He gave Owain another firm kiss before peeling away so he could slide up onto the bed and over to the wall, sitting with his back against it and spreading his legs. He hadn't - exactly prepared, for this. No oil to hand. But.
"Gonna need to- open me up a bit, first." He raised his hand to his lips and the proceeded to slide each one into his mouth, coating them thoroughly with his own saliva, before lowering his hand back down. Making sure Owain had a good viewing angle, he carefully pressed the first of of his fingers inside of himself.
All that anger, all that frustration, so easily silenced. He watches what Poe's doing, mesmerized-- fuck, those fingers in his mouth just makes Owain throb, and it gets so much worse when Poe starts fucking himself, this bestial, animal instinct to claim running through Owain all at once.
It's conflicting, if nothing else. Nearly every time he's ever touched himself, he's thought of belonging to Poe, of being used and owned and taken, even when, in his mind, he was the one on top.
He leans in, while Poe fingers himself, and kisses the back of his palm. He mouths up to Poe's balls and takes them in, sucking hard, raising one hand and wrapping his fist around his shaft from beneath him with the same amount of light, semi-contact he had when he gave Poe that first hug from behind. He kisses down Poe's balls when he lets go, kissing down Poe's taint and back to the hand he's fucking himself with, dragging his tongue over the inside of Poe's wrist.
He keeps kissing, moving down, until he's back at his fingers - it's hard, from this position, but he runs his tongue over the outer edge of Poe's hole, whatever part he can reach. He draws his tongue back over Poe's fingers and helps keep them wet while he fingers himself, sucking on his knuckles and completely coating them in his saliva.
Even the light contact is enough to bring Poe back to full - and heavy - mast, and he leans his head back against the wall with a low groan.
In a half second he's sitting upright again, eyes locking on Owain and those lips and tongue as he moaned, "Fuck, Owain--"
He rolled his hips up, suspending them, as if that would make the angle easier, and he's gazing at Owain as if he secretly owns the keys to the universe. He slowly pulls his fingers out, thumb running along Owain's jaw.
"I want to be wet and ready for you." He whispered.
"Okay." It comes out dumb, and he flushes, for the thousandth time. Tries again. "I mean - yeah. You're - beautiful. And. I'm gonna... get... you... ready. Wet. And ready. Gonna make you-- gonna fuck you so hard you won't even... have the breath left to scream my name. If that's alright."
He looks at Poe for a second. He feels like that definitely wasn't hot and he's definitely aware of it and he has to fight against pulling a face or apologizing. He wants at least act confident. Maybe it's enough that he's trying.
He flicks his eyes back down and puts his hands on the inside of Poe's thighs, pulling them apart. Fuck, just looking at him like this makes him ache-- again, he feels like he's gonna cum if he so much as touches himself, and he has to take a long breath to keep his hands on Poe's legs rather than slip them between his own.
He works his finger inside, first. Slow and twisting and curling inside Poe, tentative and exploratory, the finger of someone who's only ever done this to himself, in the dark, in the scarce few hours he ever found alone. He touches his tongue right up against his own knuckle, velvet-soft warmth and wetness around the edge of Poe's hole, and he slowly, slowly drags his finger away. He works his tongue in deep, nice and gentle, drawing back and flicking his tongue over the outside of him in too-quick touches. He fucks him like that for a while, jetting his tongue in and out, the heat from inside Poe scrambling his brain a bit, and when he finally draws back he plants a kiss on Poe's ass, grinning a little as he maybe kind of considers spanking it but decides he doesn't have the guts.
"O-okay." He nods. "Okay. Do you-- want-- should I? Now?"
Owain might have thought he'd fucked up, but the words had an immediate and visible effect on Poe's cock, throbbing hard even after Owain tried pulling back with the words 'if that's alright'.
"Yeah that's-- fuck, Owain--" Any other commentary was lost as he pushed his fingers into Owain's hair, his face flushed and unable to look away as Owain pushed a finger inside him. By the time he replaced it with his tongue, Poe had given up - head falling hard against the wall behind him, a low, wanton moan slipping from his lips as he shut his eyes tight.
"Yeah-- yeah now is -- fuck- now is good--" He pulled his head back up, sliding a hand over his own cock just to make his fingers slick with the precum he'd already been leaking, and then reached out to take Owain's in his palm, helping pull him into position.
The way he tenses his body and holds very, very still must make it clear, again, that Owain's inexperience is bringing him close to the edge. He watches Poe coat his cock in his own precum and it's the hottest thing he's ever fucking seen, up to the point where he starts-- guiding him--
He holds Poe by the ankles, keeping his legs up and apart, sucking in air through his teeth when his tip presses hard against pink muscle. He shuts one eye like it'd be too fucking much to watch this with both, and he slowly, slowly forces the head of his cock forward, pushing Poe open, taking him. The heat is more than he can bear and he pulls out again, taking a short and frantic breath, willing away another fucking climax, and then he tries again.
Poe can probably feel all the precum flooding out of Owain, getting everywhere, his cock pulsing and throbbing at an alarming speed, almost angry. He groans and looks at Poe in the eyes - he sees a memory of him, cutting into his hand, claiming Owain's blood and giving his own back. He sinks in half an inch further.
"You were so--"
He gasps, hard, gripping Poe's ankles so tight his fingertips drain of colour, waiting for the third time in as many minutes to just calm the fuck down. He slowly, slowly eases forward, pausing again, waiting. When he finds enough strength to pick up some kind of rhythm it's the shallowest of fucks, just stretching open the surface parts of him.
"You were so-- brave-- and fucking-- beautiful-- when you gave me your blood--"
Poe does everything he can to relax and stay still, hands gripping into the mattress at his sides, still no sheets on it. It took an incredible amount of effort, just to be patient and still - especially when Owain's cock first started to take him. The frustrated sound that left his lips when Owain withdrew may have even been pathetic, if it didn't come out like a low growl.
Once Owain finally gets some depth, Poe lets out a low moan, eyes falling shut, all his attention on the way he was slowly being stretched open.
"That wasn't... brave, it was-- fuck, Owain-- necessary--"
He let out a hard breath, eyes fluttering open again.
He'd be able to argue more if Poe wasn't making all those fucking noises, but he can't allow himself to stop clenching his teeth shut for even a moment, if he wants to keep this going. Deeper has him rolling his hips forward, inch by inch, getting halfway inside Poe before he has to take a breath.
He drops one of Poe's legs and hooks the one he's still holding up over his shoulder, bending down and wrapping his arms around his thigh for support. He fucks a little harder, just a little, turning to plant a kiss on Poe's leg.
"Can you, ah--" He swallows. "Can I see you-- maybe-- like--"
He looks at Poe's hand, and then to his cock, then up to Poe's eyes. Fuck, but he wants to see him touch himself more than anything, the thought causing Owain to push even more of himself into that warmth that feels so fucking good it's almost painful.
He braces the free leg down against the mattress, angling his hips up so that Owain can push deeper, his face pulled tight with concentration. He gives a low grunt with one particular thrust that hits a little deeper.
He doesn't quite register the words at first, hazily turning his gaze up to Owain, lips parted as he panted - but the meaning got through after a few seconds.
"... Yeah," He agrees with a groan, wetting his lips as shifted his weight to accommodate moving an arm, leaning in to grasp his own cock with a shuddering groan. He was impossibly hard, his balls aching with it. He didn't even stroke, at first, just held it, half lidded eyes focusing on Owain.
Owain's moan is-- low, unconscious, something formed at the back of his tongue without thought. For a second, all he can do is stare, every part of him still except for the beat of his heart and the hard flex of his cock that draws another drip of precum to pulse out of him and make every thrust into Poe slicker and louder.
He matches his pace exactly to Poe's. Fucking into him with the exact same speed and timing of his hand gliding over his length, using it as a guide, a way to teach him or show him how, exactly, Poe wants to get fucked. He can't take his eyes off of what he's seeing, and his arms cling tighter to Poe's leg.
The slower Poe strokes, the slower Owain fucks, but he goes deeper, at least. Dragging himself in until he's buried to the hilt, grinding out with his eyes shut tight in concentration. Fuck, he hopes he's doing good, he hopes he's good--
He doesn't notice the connection, at first. His strokes are lazy, despite how badly he needs to come - or maybe because of. He's pretty certain that he can undo himself with a half second's notice, at this rate, and he's trying to drag it out. He just thinks (or, well, think may be a strong word, considering) that Owain is adjusting to it.
It isn't until his hand stops completely - distracted by the fucking perfect feeling of Owain finally bottoming out inside him - that he notices. His eyes flicker, watching Owain's face - watching him stare at the hand on his cock - and then he starts to stroke again.
He drags his hand fully up his shaft every time, slow at first, but as soon as Owain is matching speed, Poe is groaning and speeding up.
He hasn't even noticed the way Poe's looking at him, so transfixed on the way he's touching himself.
When he opens his eyes again and sees Poe jerking a little faster, Owain takes a sharp breath to steel himself and tries to match it. It's not nearly as fast, at first, because there's still so much to fucking battle against to stop him from shooting his load, but he shakes and he breathes and he does it, sharp, quick fucks deep into Poe and hammering against his prostate easily from this angle without even realizing that's what he's doing.
It rubs over the tip of his cock and he breathes hard through his nose, looking down at Poe's face, finally.
"I'm not--" Fuck, fuck, it sounds weak-willed and needy, and that's not what he wants. He tries again, making his voice stronger. "I'm not-- gonna-- finish-- before you. I'm gonna make you-- I'm gonna make you fucking-- cum--"
If he had the space to think about it, he would have a hard time figuring out exactly how he ended up here, from a day ago. But he doesn't have it in him to think about it, doesn't have anything in him other than watching a fucking beautiful man nearly come to pieces just from being in him.
He lets out a breathless moan when Owain first hits his prostate, his back arching. "Fuck--there--" Every sharp thrust making him curse. He's stroking himself quite a bit faster, now.
"Tell me to do it," He groans, and it sounds far more like he's begging than asking, his free hand gripping the mattress below him. "Fuck-- you won't have to wait long, Owain, just-- tell me-- fuck, tell me to come for you--"
He takes to Poe saying there the same way he would take to an order he's been trained for. He pauses, narrows his hips as he shifts, and when he fucks into Poe again, he aims for that spot. Fucking over it faster, as fast as he dare without losing his mind to this. There's so much strain in his voice when he finds it, quiet and hopeless and trying to sound tough and deep and masculine but just sounding-- boyish, new.
"You gonna do it? You gonna come for me?"
He swallows, adam's apple rising and falling, and he plants another quick kiss to Poe's leg, taking a risk by speeding up even further.
"Then-- do it. Come for me. Do it."
It rolls off of his tongue, without his notice, just slips out--
He wasn't really paying attention to the sounds that every thrust into his prostate were pounding out of him, but anyone within a few doors of their definitely would be able to remember them.
He was already right on the edge, just from Owain saying do it, and he was stroking his own cock almost feverishly, until--
Be a good boy for me.
He was coming before he even fully registered why, groaning out Owain's name - brokenly - as the pleasure exploded within him, his whole body tensing and bucking as he came, hard, coating himself in his own come. It seemed to last a fucking year, and Poe lost all concept of time or anything that Owain was doing, shuddering through every last aftershock.
Owain slams to the hilt and shoots his first rope deep into Poe, but then he's pulling out and jerking off as hard and as fast as he can, shooting the rest of his climax over Poe's body and into his own hand. It's still a pretty fucking huge cumshot, given how many times he's already shot his load today, but it's over far sooner than the last time he was in this bed.
He's literally dizzy when he's done, still saying Poe's name over and over in a desperate sort of haze under his breath just because he's allowed to say it, he's been given that respect. He sways in place for a moment and then gently sets Poe's leg back down, flopping down onto the mattress next to him with a thud and staring up at the ceiling.
He's breathing like he's been running for weeks, parched like he hasn't had water for months, and he just-- stares, until all the energy in his body drains and he can find his words.
Poe didn't have any energy to move his own leg so he just let's Owain set it down and then he lies there, utterly spent, eyes closed as he just focused on his breathing for a while. When Owain finally speaks, Poe's eyes are still closed, but he cracks a half smile and then starts to chuckle, breathlessly.
"... Yeah," he finally agrees after he finds his voice, before using the frankly olympic amount of effort required to turn his head to look at Owain. His expression is nothing but warm, fuzzy, soft, afterglow.
Owain's afterglow only lasts for a moment, but fuck, what a beautiful moment it is. He has enough energy to reach out and tuck some of Poe's hair behind his ear and just-- look at him, stunned into silence, not so much by what they just did but the magnitude of Poe allowing him so much freedom during it. All of that warm, fuzzy, golden comfort in his chest is just-- broken into pieces, the longer he looks at Poe. More and more he's just filled with gratitude, admiration.
Love.
But his face falls, and so does his hand, gently curling away from Poe's hair, down his jawline, settling on his neck. He's not sure how to ask this, so he just-- rushes it.
The sated smile diminished slightly as he watched Owain's fade, but he shook his head to the question.
"No."
He was pretty sure of that.
There was a lot of reasons why what he had just done was probably a terrible idea - if not an outright immoral one - but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. It had been impulsive, sure, but it had... felt right. In the moment.
And it still felt right, now.
He shifted, turning onto his shoulder and shifting a little closer, to take a feather-light kiss from Owain's lips.
"No," he repeated in a low murmur, before pulling back to meet Owain's eyes. "You?"
His heart flutters, and he shuts his eyes into the kiss, only slowly drawing them open when Poe repeats his answer. He swallows, shakes his head almost imperceptibly.
"No." He finds Poe's hand and holds it in his own, and--
And it's not true. Not really. Nine years of training are hitting him like a freight train, thoughts are piling on top of each other, all of them calling him disgusting and shameful and a disappointment to his ancestry.
He can compartmentalize it. He squeezes Poe's hand, treating it like an anchor.
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"... We'll do more after this? I want--" He swallows.
"I really-- want to make you cum, too. So..."
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He wet his lips, thinking, the gears turning behind his eyes. "Owain... I really-- don't think I want to go tonight without- either you in me, or me in you-- " he pressed another kiss to the side of Owain's lips. "...Or both. Both is good, too--"
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Part of his... lessons... involved being told that he had to be ready for Poe to use him over and over again, every night, whenever he wanted to, if that's what he decided Owain's purpose was. It was unrealistic, maybe - more just a lesson in crushing Owain's will than anything else - but there's genuine surprise in his voice that maybe gives away the fact that he was told to be ready for anything.
He doesn't focus on it for long, though, thanks to the kiss. Just loses his mind in it for a moment longer, slowly sealing away another influx of this is wrong, this is wrong, this isn't how you're supposed to be that builds back over his resolve, his realizations.
"I-- want that. Either of-- those. Both of those. I just... don't... know how to..."
He's embarrassing himself, having to keep saying this. I don't know how to start things, I don't know what I want, I don't know if you want the same things I do. He's actually starting to get a bit frustrated, and he looks away from Poe, anger at himself starting to flicker onto his expression. Fuck, he's probably ruining this.
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"It's alright. I'll show you." Though that made the decision for him. He gave Owain another firm kiss before peeling away so he could slide up onto the bed and over to the wall, sitting with his back against it and spreading his legs. He hadn't - exactly prepared, for this. No oil to hand. But.
"Gonna need to- open me up a bit, first." He raised his hand to his lips and the proceeded to slide each one into his mouth, coating them thoroughly with his own saliva, before lowering his hand back down. Making sure Owain had a good viewing angle, he carefully pressed the first of of his fingers inside of himself.
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All that anger, all that frustration, so easily silenced. He watches what Poe's doing, mesmerized-- fuck, those fingers in his mouth just makes Owain throb, and it gets so much worse when Poe starts fucking himself, this bestial, animal instinct to claim running through Owain all at once.
It's conflicting, if nothing else. Nearly every time he's ever touched himself, he's thought of belonging to Poe, of being used and owned and taken, even when, in his mind, he was the one on top.
He leans in, while Poe fingers himself, and kisses the back of his palm. He mouths up to Poe's balls and takes them in, sucking hard, raising one hand and wrapping his fist around his shaft from beneath him with the same amount of light, semi-contact he had when he gave Poe that first hug from behind. He kisses down Poe's balls when he lets go, kissing down Poe's taint and back to the hand he's fucking himself with, dragging his tongue over the inside of Poe's wrist.
He keeps kissing, moving down, until he's back at his fingers - it's hard, from this position, but he runs his tongue over the outer edge of Poe's hole, whatever part he can reach. He draws his tongue back over Poe's fingers and helps keep them wet while he fingers himself, sucking on his knuckles and completely coating them in his saliva.
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In a half second he's sitting upright again, eyes locking on Owain and those lips and tongue as he moaned, "Fuck, Owain--"
He rolled his hips up, suspending them, as if that would make the angle easier, and he's gazing at Owain as if he secretly owns the keys to the universe. He slowly pulls his fingers out, thumb running along Owain's jaw.
"I want to be wet and ready for you." He whispered.
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He looks at Poe for a second. He feels like that definitely wasn't hot and he's definitely aware of it and he has to fight against pulling a face or apologizing. He wants at least act confident. Maybe it's enough that he's trying.
He flicks his eyes back down and puts his hands on the inside of Poe's thighs, pulling them apart. Fuck, just looking at him like this makes him ache-- again, he feels like he's gonna cum if he so much as touches himself, and he has to take a long breath to keep his hands on Poe's legs rather than slip them between his own.
He works his finger inside, first. Slow and twisting and curling inside Poe, tentative and exploratory, the finger of someone who's only ever done this to himself, in the dark, in the scarce few hours he ever found alone. He touches his tongue right up against his own knuckle, velvet-soft warmth and wetness around the edge of Poe's hole, and he slowly, slowly drags his finger away. He works his tongue in deep, nice and gentle, drawing back and flicking his tongue over the outside of him in too-quick touches. He fucks him like that for a while, jetting his tongue in and out, the heat from inside Poe scrambling his brain a bit, and when he finally draws back he plants a kiss on Poe's ass, grinning a little as he maybe kind of considers spanking it but decides he doesn't have the guts.
"O-okay." He nods. "Okay. Do you-- want-- should I? Now?"
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"Yeah that's-- fuck, Owain--" Any other commentary was lost as he pushed his fingers into Owain's hair, his face flushed and unable to look away as Owain pushed a finger inside him. By the time he replaced it with his tongue, Poe had given up - head falling hard against the wall behind him, a low, wanton moan slipping from his lips as he shut his eyes tight.
"Yeah-- yeah now is -- fuck- now is good--" He pulled his head back up, sliding a hand over his own cock just to make his fingers slick with the precum he'd already been leaking, and then reached out to take Owain's in his palm, helping pull him into position.
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He holds Poe by the ankles, keeping his legs up and apart, sucking in air through his teeth when his tip presses hard against pink muscle. He shuts one eye like it'd be too fucking much to watch this with both, and he slowly, slowly forces the head of his cock forward, pushing Poe open, taking him. The heat is more than he can bear and he pulls out again, taking a short and frantic breath, willing away another fucking climax, and then he tries again.
Poe can probably feel all the precum flooding out of Owain, getting everywhere, his cock pulsing and throbbing at an alarming speed, almost angry. He groans and looks at Poe in the eyes - he sees a memory of him, cutting into his hand, claiming Owain's blood and giving his own back. He sinks in half an inch further.
"You were so--"
He gasps, hard, gripping Poe's ankles so tight his fingertips drain of colour, waiting for the third time in as many minutes to just calm the fuck down. He slowly, slowly eases forward, pausing again, waiting. When he finds enough strength to pick up some kind of rhythm it's the shallowest of fucks, just stretching open the surface parts of him.
"You were so-- brave-- and fucking-- beautiful-- when you gave me your blood--"
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Once Owain finally gets some depth, Poe lets out a low moan, eyes falling shut, all his attention on the way he was slowly being stretched open.
"That wasn't... brave, it was-- fuck, Owain-- necessary--"
He let out a hard breath, eyes fluttering open again.
"Deeper."
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He'd be able to argue more if Poe wasn't making all those fucking noises, but he can't allow himself to stop clenching his teeth shut for even a moment, if he wants to keep this going. Deeper has him rolling his hips forward, inch by inch, getting halfway inside Poe before he has to take a breath.
He drops one of Poe's legs and hooks the one he's still holding up over his shoulder, bending down and wrapping his arms around his thigh for support. He fucks a little harder, just a little, turning to plant a kiss on Poe's leg.
"Can you, ah--" He swallows. "Can I see you-- maybe-- like--"
He looks at Poe's hand, and then to his cock, then up to Poe's eyes. Fuck, but he wants to see him touch himself more than anything, the thought causing Owain to push even more of himself into that warmth that feels so fucking good it's almost painful.
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He doesn't quite register the words at first, hazily turning his gaze up to Owain, lips parted as he panted - but the meaning got through after a few seconds.
"... Yeah," He agrees with a groan, wetting his lips as shifted his weight to accommodate moving an arm, leaning in to grasp his own cock with a shuddering groan. He was impossibly hard, his balls aching with it. He didn't even stroke, at first, just held it, half lidded eyes focusing on Owain.
Then he slowly started to stroke.
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He matches his pace exactly to Poe's. Fucking into him with the exact same speed and timing of his hand gliding over his length, using it as a guide, a way to teach him or show him how, exactly, Poe wants to get fucked. He can't take his eyes off of what he's seeing, and his arms cling tighter to Poe's leg.
The slower Poe strokes, the slower Owain fucks, but he goes deeper, at least. Dragging himself in until he's buried to the hilt, grinding out with his eyes shut tight in concentration. Fuck, he hopes he's doing good, he hopes he's good--
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It isn't until his hand stops completely - distracted by the fucking perfect feeling of Owain finally bottoming out inside him - that he notices. His eyes flicker, watching Owain's face - watching him stare at the hand on his cock - and then he starts to stroke again.
He drags his hand fully up his shaft every time, slow at first, but as soon as Owain is matching speed, Poe is groaning and speeding up.
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When he opens his eyes again and sees Poe jerking a little faster, Owain takes a sharp breath to steel himself and tries to match it. It's not nearly as fast, at first, because there's still so much to fucking battle against to stop him from shooting his load, but he shakes and he breathes and he does it, sharp, quick fucks deep into Poe and hammering against his prostate easily from this angle without even realizing that's what he's doing.
It rubs over the tip of his cock and he breathes hard through his nose, looking down at Poe's face, finally.
"I'm not--" Fuck, fuck, it sounds weak-willed and needy, and that's not what he wants. He tries again, making his voice stronger. "I'm not-- gonna-- finish-- before you. I'm gonna make you-- I'm gonna make you fucking-- cum--"
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He lets out a breathless moan when Owain first hits his prostate, his back arching. "Fuck--there--" Every sharp thrust making him curse. He's stroking himself quite a bit faster, now.
"Tell me to do it," He groans, and it sounds far more like he's begging than asking, his free hand gripping the mattress below him. "Fuck-- you won't have to wait long, Owain, just-- tell me-- fuck, tell me to come for you--"
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"You gonna do it? You gonna come for me?"
He swallows, adam's apple rising and falling, and he plants another quick kiss to Poe's leg, taking a risk by speeding up even further.
"Then-- do it. Come for me. Do it."
It rolls off of his tongue, without his notice, just slips out--
"Be a good boy for me."
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He was already right on the edge, just from Owain saying do it, and he was stroking his own cock almost feverishly, until--
Be a good boy for me.
He was coming before he even fully registered why, groaning out Owain's name - brokenly - as the pleasure exploded within him, his whole body tensing and bucking as he came, hard, coating himself in his own come. It seemed to last a fucking year, and Poe lost all concept of time or anything that Owain was doing, shuddering through every last aftershock.
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He's literally dizzy when he's done, still saying Poe's name over and over in a desperate sort of haze under his breath just because he's allowed to say it, he's been given that respect. He sways in place for a moment and then gently sets Poe's leg back down, flopping down onto the mattress next to him with a thud and staring up at the ceiling.
He's breathing like he's been running for weeks, parched like he hasn't had water for months, and he just-- stares, until all the energy in his body drains and he can find his words.
"Fffffuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkk."
Good words.
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"... Yeah," he finally agrees after he finds his voice, before using the frankly olympic amount of effort required to turn his head to look at Owain. His expression is nothing but warm, fuzzy, soft, afterglow.
"... Hey."
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Love.
But his face falls, and so does his hand, gently curling away from Poe's hair, down his jawline, settling on his neck. He's not sure how to ask this, so he just-- rushes it.
"Regrets?"
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"No."
He was pretty sure of that.
There was a lot of reasons why what he had just done was probably a terrible idea - if not an outright immoral one - but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. It had been impulsive, sure, but it had... felt right. In the moment.
And it still felt right, now.
He shifted, turning onto his shoulder and shifting a little closer, to take a feather-light kiss from Owain's lips.
"No," he repeated in a low murmur, before pulling back to meet Owain's eyes. "You?"
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"No." He finds Poe's hand and holds it in his own, and--
And it's not true. Not really. Nine years of training are hitting him like a freight train, thoughts are piling on top of each other, all of them calling him disgusting and shameful and a disappointment to his ancestry.
He can compartmentalize it. He squeezes Poe's hand, treating it like an anchor.
"No."