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 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.