He feels empty, without Poe, and that takes longer to adjust to than he thought it would. He lets the feel of cum roll down his thighs, out of the well-fucked and probably bruised hole Poe's left him with, and onto the sheets without giving even the smallest of fucks about the mess. He breathes hard and leans back against the pillow, shifting back an inch or two so Poe can see him better, and he jerks off with one shaking hand.
He watches Poe's expression the whole time, staying quiet other than shallow pants and the broken moans that come from erratic thrusts into his fist. It only takes a few minutes before his whole body tenses and his eyebrows pinch in the middle - he struggles to keep his eyes open so he can look at Poe's face, his perfect fucking face, because this is what he's cumming to, this is the reason why he's shooting his load, this man, this perfect fucking man -
His climax hits harder than the last one, spasms of twitching muscle and groans as he shoots thick ropes onto his own chest. He whispers Poe's name, like he's begging for something as he comes, and when he cools down he just... collapses, softening and easing, red and sweaty and messy and completely and utterly claimed.
"F..."
His eyelids are already starting to flutter shut, into sleep, but he pushes through it, rolling forward to steal a weak, energyless kiss.
Even utterly spent, it was hard not to be stirred by the sight - Poe wouldn't have been able to look away even if he'd wanted to. (He didn't.)
He shifted into the kiss, a little more energy than Owain had (as he'd had a few minutes to recover), but not a hell of a lot more. He raised a hand to Owain's cheek, however, holding him loosely in place, lingering on the kiss as long as the other man would let him.
When he finally let go he reached blindly for one of the sheets, scrubbing himself off haphazardly and then doing the same for Owain before curling in up against him.
He had the sudden, stupid urge to tell Owain that he loved him.
Owain curls up against Poe, chest to chest, eyes shut tight. It's that perfect blend of being warmed by another's body without it being oppressive, and he's drifting away, holding Poe as tightly as his spent and tired limbs will allow.
That urge - that urge to tell Poe he loves him - has been there for days, since before they even met. An undercurrent to everything they've done. Its never been stronger than it is now.
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He watches Poe's expression the whole time, staying quiet other than shallow pants and the broken moans that come from erratic thrusts into his fist. It only takes a few minutes before his whole body tenses and his eyebrows pinch in the middle - he struggles to keep his eyes open so he can look at Poe's face, his perfect fucking face, because this is what he's cumming to, this is the reason why he's shooting his load, this man, this perfect fucking man -
His climax hits harder than the last one, spasms of twitching muscle and groans as he shoots thick ropes onto his own chest. He whispers Poe's name, like he's begging for something as he comes, and when he cools down he just... collapses, softening and easing, red and sweaty and messy and completely and utterly claimed.
"F..."
His eyelids are already starting to flutter shut, into sleep, but he pushes through it, rolling forward to steal a weak, energyless kiss.
"F... fuck."
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He shifted into the kiss, a little more energy than Owain had (as he'd had a few minutes to recover), but not a hell of a lot more. He raised a hand to Owain's cheek, however, holding him loosely in place, lingering on the kiss as long as the other man would let him.
When he finally let go he reached blindly for one of the sheets, scrubbing himself off haphazardly and then doing the same for Owain before curling in up against him.
He had the sudden, stupid urge to tell Owain that he loved him.
But he didn't.
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That urge - that urge to tell Poe he loves him - has been there for days, since before they even met. An undercurrent to everything they've done. Its never been stronger than it is now.
He falls asleep before he can act on it.