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[ He wants to ask, probably for the thousandth time, something like are you sure or are you okay with that or is that really want you want, or else say something like i don't want to hurt you-- but his voice dies in his chest before it can leave, and soon he's rolling his hips back into Poe, just a little less carefully than he has been.

It's not fast enough for Poe to see stars, not yet, but he's gently hammering the head of his cock right up against Poe's prostate, pushing deep against it every time he bottoms out. He has just enough wherewithal to reach his hand - the one not digging into Poe's arm to keep himself steady - between them again, and he clumsily begins jerking Poe off again, so much more stuttering and rapid than before.

He's hard as fucking steel when he sees Poe's eyes, and he hisses air through his teeth when Poe bites down on his collarbone. He starts to pick up the pace, but only just, a part of him still-- possibly naively, given Poe's experience-- nervous that Poe won't be able to handle him when he gives up all restraint. He's starting to realize that some of the moans echoing in his ears are his own, and he looks down at Poe, as into this as he is, and softly laughs. ]

Fuck, I wish you could see how amazing you look right now.

[Poe seems the least concerned about being hurt - if anything, whenever a thrust is a little too deep or a little too fast he lets out a louder groan. His cock throbs every time Odin drives into his prostate, leaking precum even before Odin's fingers wrap around it. There is no question that he's into it - his hips driving down to meet every thrust that Odin makes, as if to force him to give up any idea of gentleness.

He didn't want to be able to walk, tomorrow.

When Odin laughs, a grin spills over Poe's lips, the answering humour underlying a naked heat. ]

View is- fuck - pretty fucking good from down here-- Fuck, Odin, you feel so good--

[ He's getting enough encouragement now to be more experimental in how he fucks Poe into the bed - he levels out as deep as he can, holding Poe in place until he gasps or writhes, and then Odin pulls out and starts gently, gently fucking him again. He eases out until just the head of his cock is still in Poe, and he says nothing, does nothing, just waits until Poe tries to force him closer or rise his hips up to meet him, something. He's getting a bit of a power kick out of this, now, knowing that he has a bit of control over how Poe handles all of this, but--

In the end, even though Odin's on top, Poe's still guiding him. If he says it's okay to go hard, he'll go hard.

The next time he pulls out of Poe entirely, he slams his whole weight back into him, pushing so hard into Poe that he pushes the poor guy a few inches higher up the bed. He grunts as he does it, but then he's pulling back and fucking hammering him again, his balls slapping against Poe's ass and his nails digging further in his arm. He takes a breath to steady himself, but then the thrusts get faster, faster, everything but his hips seized in place and breathless, so much of him unable to do anything but fuck, silently trying to pull a scream or another moan of his name out of Poe. His hand is stayed on Poe's cock, but he's holding on tight as he fucking jackhammers that ass, the friction of his abs grinding against the underside with each body-shaking thrust he forces into the guy beneath him. ]

[Later, Poe will remember to tell him that he's really fucking good at that, and that despite everything, Odin actually is one of the best lays he's ever had. But at the current moment, he's not doing much more than moaning with a low rumble as Odin slowly fucks him, and then moaning quite a bit less lowly as Odin starts giving Poe exactly what he's been begging for.

The sounds he's gasping out are probably some version of Odin's name, mangled and gasping, the pain giving a sharp, bright edge to the pleasure. He doesn't scream, exactly, but he does cry out, all the muscles in his stomach taut as the skin of a drum, as he tries to hold himself back.

Even without Odin moving, though, it's getting to be too much, the friction of his skin against his cock moving with every thrust, and it's all he can do to gasp out a warning.]

Fuck-- Odin-- Fuck, I-- Oh fuck--

[Okay, so not a lot of a warning before suddenly his whole body tenses, a hot white bright pleasure raising through him as he comes, clenching around Odin even as his come hits the man's chest from below. (Super dignified, but Poe can't even care, he's basically gone.)]

[ Odin slows down just a fraction of a second when Poe freezes up beneath him, but after quickly rearranging his arms to be on either side of Poe, boxing him in, he fucks him harder, faster, lasting for all of two or three seconds before he's blowing his load without any kind of warning. He fucks through it as he fills the condom, bending down to shut Poe the fuck up with one last intense, hungry kiss, something clumsy that he groans into while his whole body is wracked with shakes. He feels so good he's almost fucking crying, and he has to will himself to keep from tearing up. Last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself after maybe getting through his first time okay.

He collapses on Poe the second he's finished hitting his climax, staying lodged deep inside of him, still pretty god damn hard. He doesn't give a fuck about Poe's orgasm cooling between them, only wraps his arms around Poe's chest and waist and nestles into his neck. He mumbles something, a kinda sleepy giggly thing that makes no sense, and then he tries again to be a little more coherent. ]

Ho...

Hoooooo.... lyyyyyyy... shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

[Poe, in the mean time, has turned essentially to boneless jello, melting into the sheets with the utter relaxation that only an intense orgasm can supply. He doesn't reply right away, as he's still trying to be able to form full thoughts, but eventually he let's out a low groan, raising a hand to slide it through Odin's hair lazily.]

... fuck. You sure, uh.... You sure you've never done that before...?

[ Odin nods, sleepily mumbling something equally as incoherent as before that he has to sort of go back to and reword. ]

Mmnff. I've watched... so much porn, dude. So much.

[ Not the best thing to brag about, but. He slowly eases himself away from Poe, leaving him empty as he ties off the used condom and puts it to the side. He's stopped cuddling him for all of about two seconds before he feels-- lonely, maybe-- and he slides up against Poe's side, locking his legs around him again and squeezing him tight. He rests his head on Poe's chest and just kinda lazily jerks the man's cock, not really... expecting anything, but just - wanting to touch him some more before this is over for the night. ]

Was I, uh. Okay, then?

[Poe is completely content to just sort of lie there breathing, though he does make a half hearted reach for some kind of tissue and gives up when it's not immediately to hand.

His cock, however, is done - it is soft to the touch and a little oversensitive which causes Poe to let out a low groan.]

... If you really have to ask... Fuck, Odin, yes. Yes, you were... yes. Very okay.

[He looped a lazy arm around him, pulling him closer and turning so that he could cuddle a little more fully. He was suddenly exhausted, and as the pleasure wore off, the burn was returning a little more forcefully.

He had earned that burn.

He pressed another kiss to Odin's forehead, a faint mimic of the tender one that Odin had given him moments before.]

[ Odin lets out another - slightly sadistic, admittedly - grin at Poe's little groan, but he leaves him alone, wrapping that hand around the man's waist as before and pulling him closer instead. He shuts his eyes, warm and content, happier than he's been in... months, come to think of it, his heart light as a feather when Poe gently kisses him. He's too tired to chalk that feeling up to anything more than just some kind of wild relief that he lost his virginity after fuckin' years of resenting it, but even now, so close to sleep, he just feels safe in a way he normally doesn't. ]

I should shower. Or do something cool and sexy like put your jizz on my finger and lick it off all sexy-like. But I'm tired and I don't wanna move.

[ His eyes flutter open, then, and even now, when he's drained of all energy and there's not a drop of lust left in his body, he's... too vulnerable. He's looking at Poe the same way he did before, and it's - a lot. ]

You were, um. Great. Obviously. Like I even need to say it. [ he squeezes Poe again. ] So. But. Yeah. Just-- yeah. Are you, um - sleeping here? For the night?

[Poe is too sleepy to really register the way that Odin is looking at him - too satiated and satisfied to want to move. So he just smiles fondly, ruffling his hair, eyes half lidded before just sliding shut contentedly.]

Unless you're kicking me out. [It's a low tease and he hasn't stopped smiling, but he does shift his head to kiss whatever bit of Odin happened to be closed to his lips now. Opening his eyes was way too much effort.]

Mm, don't worry so much, we can shower in the morning. I make some... Killer eggs, apparently...

Naw, I ain't. Just - wanted you to be comfortable.

[ He doesn't give a fuck about the eggs. Or the shower, really, gross as that might be. He just wants to sleep. He wipes his chest down with his sheets (sorry, sheets) and uses the momentum to find some kinda blanket to throw over the both of them, and then he's fuckin' out. It takes about two seconds for him to cuddle up to Poe as close and as tight as he can before he's passed out. zzzz. ]

Edited 2017-11-13 04:44 (UTC)

[Despite how tired he is, he doesn't pass out immediately. He listens to Odin's breathing as it steadies, mind wandering in patterns he's not awake enough to really follow, gently threading his fingers through Odin's hair.

Eventually, though, the gentle rise and fall of Odin's chest lulls him, and he slips into unconsciousness where he is.]

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