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[He can't help but laugh all through the description of Odin's boner and his sacred thighs, and he just slides his jacket off as Odin bounces on the bed.]

You can order me around as much as you want. [He grinned as he stepped over, before very deliberately kneeling on the ground.]

Just forget about what other people like, alright? Tell me what you want, and I'll do it.

[ Odin laughs, and it's less out of the nervous energy in his gut and more this happy overflowing bubble of joy that hits him out of nowhere. Even now, when they're about to do what they're about to do, Poe's just laughing along with Odin's craziness and being accepting of all the stupid, babbling bullshit he's spouting. He makes Odin feel wanted just for who he is as a man, and it's... nice.

A small part of him wants to go on some big, dramatic tirade about how he, again, wants to make sure Poe is having as much fun with all of this as he is, but - having control, being in control, is something he's wanted his whole life, and having Poe kneeling in front of him just waiting to serve gets to him in a way that nothing else ever has. He takes a deep breath, stares down at Poe, his expression falling into something more serious. All that unbridled physical attraction to Poe in his eyes is probably pretty intimidating. ]

Okay... [ He loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his dress shirt so he can breathe a little easier. ] Stroke, uh. My cock? If you want? If you want.

[He can tell the difference, in the laugh. It's not the manic energy or the self deprecating humour or the dramatic over-the-top raucousness that Odin usually has on display. That's a laugh of happiness, and that's it.

Poe decides he likes it.

He also likes being looked at like that, though the "if you wants" make him chuckle as he shimmies forward a little on his knees, reaching for Odin's belt. The fact that he actually knows how to dissemble these clothes is a nice change.]

How about this. I won't do it, if I don't want to do it. [He slides the button free.] But from now on, if I'm doing something, and I'm here-- [He meets Odin's eyes as he draws down the fly.] -- it's because I want to, and because I want to be. Got it?

[Wetting his lips, he let the palm of his hand rub Odin through the fabric, before slowly and deliberately drawing him out.]

You're not going to break me. Trust me. [And then he gave a wicked grin.] But I'd sure like to see you try.

[ Poe can probably feel the pulse of excitement that runs through Odin's dick at that I'd like to see you try comment, or at least see the rise and fall of his chest that quickens just enough to be noticeable. He nods, though. He's never been told to just do what he wants, to not hold back, in any aspect of his life, but for a while now, Poe's been slowly chipping away at that guilt Odin's always carrying with him. That guilt that he's too much to be likeable, too Odin to be wanted.

So - if Poe wants him to be himself, to do what'll make him happy, he will. When he reaches his hand out to gently stroke his fingers through Poe's hair, there's a bit of hesitance, but not much. ]

Hey, uh - before we... [ He swallows. ] My real name is Owain - not Odin. [ There's a vulnerability in his voice, like this is something hard for him to say. ] So... when we're in private-- call me that.

[ It's not an order, or anything, but there's no hesitant "if you want"s or "if that's okay"s. Just blind trust. ]

[He had just started a long, smooth stroke with his hand when Odin spoke, and-- whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't that. He meets his eyes for a minute, about a dozen questions behind them, but he heard that tone. So when he speaks, his voice is lower.]

Alright. [He didn't know why Odin had a second name, but he could tell it was important. And he wondered, for a second, if he should ask him about it, but instead he gives another slow stroke before shifting up, reaching with his free hand to pull Odin - Owain - down towards him and give him a firm kiss.When he pulls away, he shifts back onto his knees.]

Owain.

[He'd never heard a name similar, and he liked it. As if to confirm that he was completely okay with this, he leaned down to press a warm kiss to the head of Owain's cock while he stroked, slow and even.]

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[ His stomach feels like it's falling for a second when Poe looks at him. Owain doesn't want to go into this, not now, and he's worried that he's ruined their evening by bringing up his real name. He doesn't... want to talk to Poe about the things he's done, not yet, and he doesn't know why he feels that way, because his past is something he wears on his sleeve. It's only when Poe is kissing him and Owain is tentatively, tentatively kissing back that he realizes he's scared that if Poe knew everything about the man he is, he might leave. His chest seizes and feels cold at the thought of being without him.

But then Poe is just calling him Owain like it hasn't changed a thing, and he's rolling his hips up against the pilot's lips with a shaky breath. He laughs, again, relieved and happy, but it's quiet under the raw lust that's gently thrumming through his veins. ]

Poe. [ It's good, saying Poe's name - something solid, showing that he's still there. But his voice is deeper too, now. Determined. ] Lean back. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue. And, uh - take your shirt off for me.

[Poe was not famous for being able to follow orders in the fleet. He was, unfortunately, infamous for doing what he wanted instead of what he was told. But in the bedroom?

In the bedroom, he was all too happy taking orders.

A flash in his eyes is the only answer to the command, pulling back immediately as requested, he has to let go of Odin's cock so that he can unbutton his shirt, but his mouth opens, waiting, as he strips the fabric from his shoulders.]

[ Owain takes a moment to admire Poe, not bothering to hide just how fucking beautiful he finds him. He shuffles closer, his eyes raking over his chest, his shoulders, and he just... takes him in, for a second. He feels... lucky.

But then he's leaning forward, just a bit, and he's holding his hand at the base of his shaft. He angles the head of his dick over Poe's bottom lip and drags it across his mouth, breathing out, and he's clenching his jaw tight, meeting Poe's eyes. ]

Stay still. [ There's a growl in his voice, something low and assertive that he probably doesn't even notice.

He edges forward and moves the tip of his head to the tip of Poe's tongue, letting him taste the drop of pre that's formed there. He takes a breath and runs the underside of his length further over Poe's tongue, and with his free hand, digs his fingers back into Poe's hair, holding onto it a little tighter than he needs to. His hips are rising half an inch off the bed, and without waiting for permission, he tugs Poe forward and steadily guides the man to take him deeper in, further, almost to the back of his throat. ]

[He feels a shiver go up his spine at the growl in Owain's throat, and though he finds sitting still as difficult as Owain himself often did, he can be patient for this.

[He keeps his eyes locked on Owain's face, leaning his head forward slight to better accommodate the cock that was being pushed into his throat. He resisted the urge to swirl his tongue around the tip at first, instead letting the length slide past, lips forming a fast seal as his eyes finally fluttered closed. A low groan rumbled at the back of his throat, vibrating all the way to his lips.

[As if to test how far "stay still" applied, he pressed his hands against Owain's inner thighs, bracing himself there.]

[ The vibration that shoots up his cock makes Owain buck forward without meaning to, and his knees shake at the feel of his head hitting Poe's throat when he does it. He grunts, easing back for a second to reign himself in, before he remembers - he doesn't have to.

So he reclines back and moves to rest both hands in Poe's hair, now, using his grip to leverage Poe to take more of his length inside of him. Half laying down like this, it's easier for Owain to guide the pilot down every inch he's got, and - if Poe can handle it - he doesn't plan on stopping until Poe's nose is buried up against his skin. He forces more and more of his cock into Poe's throat and holds him in place when he's done, however deep he can take it, just long enough for Poe to need to breathe again, and then he guides him back and off his dick with another needy grunt. ]

Fffuck, Poe. [ When Owain's sure Poe's caught his breath, he starts fucking into his mouth, slow and shallow bucks of his hips. ] Fucking-- stay like this, but-- I wanna watch you jerk off.

[It certainly isn't an easy thing to fit down his throat, but it's been a while since Poe had to worry about his gag reflex. He'd always enjoyed giving blow jobs, and even though this particular member was in the larger end of his experience, he was determined to manage it well. He took every slight motion of Owain's hands in his hair to its natural conclusion, eagerly sliding his length as far down his throat as he could manage.

It was a side of Odin that Poe wasn't sure anyone else had seen - so the revealing of his real name seemed almost fitting. ... And unfairly erotic. It probably wasn't meant to be, but it was. He grabs the breath when it is offered but wastes no time going right back to it. And when Owain speaks...

The deep groan and the slightly frantic move for his own fly were timed almost exactly. He was fairly hard already, his thick, heavy cock throbbing with need as he drew it out and began stroking himself.

Damn, but Owain was hot like this. He tried to say something encouraging but it just came out like desperate moans around Owain's cock.]

[ Owain feels like he's seeing stars, every sensitive part of him surrounded by so much wet pressure. Poe's eagerness to touch himself sends Owain's heart pounding up to his throat and he actually gasps at the sight of it. He bucks further up into Poe's mouth, keening in, picking up pace more and more and more and more until he's slamming against him, fucking his mouth like it's nothing but a toy, his toy--

And then he stops, forcing Poe down to the base of his cock even harder than before, making him swallow every inch of him until his arms are aching with the pressure of holding him down. He's breathing hard, groans ripping out of his throat almost like he's in pain as he whispers things like yeah, fuck, just like that and fuck, poe, harder, suck it-- fuck, and he can feel that pressure boiling at the base of his dick like he's about to shoot, and--

He stops himself, pulling out of Poe entirely, letting go of his hair, breathing hard through his nose as he strokes his cock, slow and slick wet noises filling the air as he calms himself back from the edge. He unbuttons the rest of his shirt, leaving it on but open, and he watches Poe like he's the most fascinating sight in the world. He wants... more of him. ]

Bed. Get on the bed. Lay down, on your side, get-- get the rest of your clothes off.

[The force of it had made Poe's eyes water, but all he had done was moan encouragement as Owain used him. He hadn't really expected him to slide into the roll so well, but he certainly had. His lips were a little numb when Owain pulled him off, his face a little flush, but he was staring back at him with an equal unbridled lust. Any qualms about feelings that Odin may or may not have had were gone - not when Owain was here to fuck him like this.]

Fuck, Owain, do you have any idea how hot you are right now? [He demanded as he quickly stripped, peeling the clothes from himself almost effortlessly. Hands busy with fabric, he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to Owain's lips just to emphasize the point, before crawling on the bed as ordered.]

[ Despite all the raw, masculine energy Owain's running on right now, the second he catches Poe looking at him like that, he lights up with an unbridled and bizarrely innocent joy. Knowing he's making someone else feel like that - knowing he's making someone else feel like that about him - it's almost too much.

But he still just chuckles when Poe compliments him, and though he follows after the kiss because he doesn't want it to end, he lets it go without a fight. He undoes the rest of his clothes, slipping everything off, and when Poe's laying down, Owain climbs in after him. He straddles his chest, knees beside Poe's head, and he angles his dick back back towards Poe's lips. ]

Gonna make you a deal. [ He strokes his shaft, looking down at Poe with a grin. ] You're gonna suck my cock like it's all you know how to do. You're gonna make my eyes roll in the back of my head, you're gonna make me writhe and sweat and moan - you're gonna really, really work for it. And you're gonna jerk off. As hard as you can, until you're bucking into your fist and just desperate for release. And - if you come before me? I'm gonna pull out, shoot all over this pretty face of yours - and if you manage to get me to come first? You're gonna swallow every last drop that I unload down your throat.

[ He's still grinning. Pretty close to shouting "UM, IF THAT'S, OKAY, I MEAN", or even "WHO OF US WILL BE FIRST TO UNLEASH THE MILKY DRAGONS FROM OUR WRETCHED GARGANTUAN FLESH-TOMBS", but. He keeps it stifled. ]

Deal. [Owain barely finished his sentence before Poe is agreeing, head arching up to expertly slide his lips down the length of Odin's cock. This time, though, he doesn't go straight for the deep throat - tongue rolls over the head with and almost vicious vigour, lapping at the join between head and foreskin before he begins to suck, head bobbing vigorously.

[He hasn't forgotten the other part of the command, though, and the desperation with which he strokes his own cock is audible. It's a little hard to concentrate on both fully at the same time, and when he struggles he defaults his attention to Owain's cock, so his own strokes might be stuttering a bit more than they would otherwise.]

[ Man, he's been doing a pretty job so far at pretending he isn't still basically a total virgin, but now? He finds himself completely unprepared for what Poe's doing to him. He goes red and holds his hands up to the wall to keep himself steady, his legs digging into the sides of Poe's chest as he kinda loses it a little bit, whispering w-wait, wait, holy shit, holy shit-- under his breath. Already broken.

Maybe if he'd had a little more experience at this whole cool, dominant bad guy thing he's been trying to pull off and wasn't acting wholly on instinct and the stuff he'd read in """novels""", he'd be able to compartmentalize his own pleasure and tell Poe to work himself over more, but. As it is, Owain ends up pushing more and more of is length against Poe to feel as much of this as he can, vision practically white just from how good this feels. ]

Wait-- wait, okay, if you go any harder, I'm already gonna--

[Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately- for Owain, that only seems to encourage Poe rather than dissuade him, and he doubles down. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, head bobbing, nose just grazing Owain's pubic hair as his cock hits the back of Poe's throat. His eyes are watering and - yeah - he has forgotten to keep stroking himself - far too intent on pushing Owain over the edge.

He groans wantonly, the sound completely muffled, and unless Owain physically pushes him off at this point, he is going to suck every last drop of cum from the man.]

[ Owain tries to hold back. He really, really does. He shuts his eyes tight as his whole body locks into place, his thighs digging painfully into Poe's ribs as he does everything he can to stop himself from climaxing, to will away the heat that bubbles up through his balls. It doesn't work. When he shoots, it's fucking-- insane, the hardest he's ever came in his life, like electricity shooting down his spine to his toes. He can barely keep himself together, (almost) every part of him limp like rubber as jet after jet of cum hits the back of Poe's throat. He has to lean on the bed and the wall to stop from collapsing, and he's trying as hard as he can to voicelessly crack out Poe's name, even though all that's leaving him is stuttering breaths and gruff, needy sounds.

When he's done he's still rock hard, against all odds, and he fucking hammers Poe, fucking his face into the pillow like all that matters to him is this, his overly sensitive cock all but begging him to stop. He can't, though, not until he's really, really fucking done, and it's not long before he's shooting another lesser, quicker burst of cum all over Poe's tongue. ]

[A self satisfied smugness washes over him as Owain comes. He swallows it down greedily, and he's getting ready to pull back and say something teasing and kiss him again when Owain is suddenly fucking his throat. Tears spring to his eyes, simply from the force, but his cock is rock solid again, dripping with need as Owain fucks his face like nothing else matters in the universe. It isn't easy to breathe, and he's starting to gasp for air around Owain's cock when he comes a second time. His cheeks hollow as he milks every last drop, but then he is forced to pull away to gasp for air.

His eyes are dark with lust and his hand finally goes back to attending his cock as he watches Owain's exhausted, incredible, sexy face.]

Fuck-- [He can't resist it this time, propping himself up on and elbow and reaching out to grasp the back of Owain's neck to drag him into a hard, deep kiss.]

[ Owain's close to passing out, now, ready to just collapse on Poe and hibernate for a good thirty or forty years, and his brain is buffering too much to really resist what's happening. Not that he wants to - the taste of his own cum on Poe's tongue and the way he can feel his body shake beneath his own sends a few more hyper-sensitive flexes through his dick, one last drop of cum sliding down his shaft. He's a lot more tender now that he's tired, shutting his eyes and leaning into the kiss, but there's a steady confidence there that's been lacking in all of the other kisses they've had. He's not eager to show that he can do it, he's just - assertively guiding Poe through the kiss, doing what he wants with his tongue and reassuringly coaxing his fingers through the pilot's hair again.

When he breaks away, it's to lean into Poe's ear and bite it softly. ]

Poe, you-- you have no idea how fucking incredible you are, how fucking excited you make me, I want-- I want you to blow, man, I wanna feel your cum. I wanna see your face when you shoot.

[If he had any brain cells available, they would be throwing up warning signals about how tender this kiss was becoming - but he doesn't. So the part of him that he refuses to acknowledge that craves that kind of closeness just laps it up, his strokes slowing as he indulges in Owain's kiss. It's warm and he opens to it easily, lids half lidded as Owain pulls away. He almost pulls him back, but the words stop him and make him groan instead.]

Do it. [He props himself up so he can lean his back against the wall, still slowly stroking his cock.]

Do it, Owain-- make me cum--

[ Fuck. Poe begging him like that, using his fucking name, almost gets Owain ready for a third round, even though there's no way he'll be able to cum again without pounding a few shots of Teal Deer Energy Drink beforehand. He nods, though, sly and confident, and he repositions himself, straddling Poe's waist. He considers, briefly, if he's willing to let Poe fuck him - it wasn't something he'd ever really wanted to do, even though he'd considered it a few times, because the thought of being in such a vulnerable position made him nervous - and he decides, yeah, maybe another day, he could be okay with that. He trusts Poe to be gentle with him. To not hurt him. He trusts Poe more than anyone else in America, come to think of it. ... Of course, at the same time, he knows Poe's a total bottom, so it's an irrelevant line of thinking.

Owain grabs Poe's hand by the wrist and pulls it away so he can hold his cock against his own, still half-hard and wet with cum and saliva. As he breathes out he starts to stroke, squeezing his fist tight around both of them. Every movement he makes is slow, at first, just because he's lacking in so much energy, but the head of his cock still feels so raw with sensitivity, and the overstimulation of fucking his hand against Poe's dick has him writhing on Poe's waist as he masochistically pushes through it. He glides his hand from base to tip, circling his palm over Poe's head, then anchors himself down to plant hard, heavy, definitely-going-to-be-incredibly-visible-for-the-next-like-week hickeys all along the side of Poe's neck. ]

I think about-- [ he bucks his hips, hard, gliding over Poe's length and picking up the pace with his fist. Faster, faster, until Owain's voice is breathless under the weight of it. ] I think about the sounds you make when you cum all the fucking time. I wish we could do this all the time, I'd fucking-- I'd never leave my room.

[He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, mostly because that would require thoughts, and thoughts would require blood flow to his brain, and his blood was in limited supply at the moment, as the majority of it was entirely in his cock. He moaned, watching Owain's hand as he started to stroke them both, watching him writhe like that-- He couldn't tear his eyes away.]

Fuck-- you are hotter than any human has a right to be--

[And then Owain made it worse. Each mark he left made Poe's hips buck into his hand, cock throbbing with need. He didn't even think or care about how visible those marks would be, he wanted more of them. His head rolled back against the wall, eyes closing as he panted. Never leaving this room did not sound so bad, right now.]

Oh fuck... Oh fuck, Owain-- tell me to come-- [His hips were thrusting up desperately with every stroke, now, and usually he had better control of himself than this, but usually he was also the one in control - and he certainly was not, right now. At all. And he loved it.]

Fuck-- tell me to come for you--

[ Owain is so ridiculously, ridiculously easy to please - the breathy way Poe says his name, the compliments, and giving him so much control, it all just... everything Poe does is ruining him, making a fire burn through his veins. His grip on Poe's dick tightens just a little and he bucks his own head against his sensitive glans, trying to make him writhe, breathless, in the way Owain so often feels around him. He strokes them both faster and faster until his hand is basically a blur, and then he tugs at Poe's bottom lip with his teeth, needy. ]

What if I don't? Do you need-- [ He's kissing Poe, firm and hard, between sharp gasps and frantic whispers. ] Do you need my permission to come? I think you do. [ He's kissing him again, harder, firmer, stroking Poe more and more and more. ] I could stop right now, if I wanted to. Deny you of release. Command you to stay hard and desperate and so, so close to the edge, just because it'd make me happy to see how much my body affects you.

[ But - he likes Poe too much for that. He rests his forehead on Poe's, meets his eyes, barely an inch away. ]

Do it. Come for me, Poe. And-- say my name again.

[He said 'oh fuck' around four or five times while Owain was speaking, kissing back hard even though his aim had stopped being the best, nearly missing his mouth with every desperate reach. He's breathing hard, chest heaving, his hands gripping so hard into Owain's thighs that his nails dug into flesh.

He had to run his pre-flight checklist through his head just to keep himself from coming, going over and over every step, his eyes shut tight and picturing the inside of his cockpit -

Which of course then had the problem of picture Odin using him like this in his X-wing.

So when Owain finally told him to come, he moaned wantonly, the relief and need too much.]

Owain--[His voice broke mid word, just as he did - spasming almost violently as he came, bucking hard against Owain's grip.]

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