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[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.]

[ Owain strokes Poe through his climax, this irrepressible pride plastered all over his face as he watches him cover them both with cum. He's all lust and affection and satisfaction, so, so close to Poe, kissing him over and over again, locking eyes with him, whispering things like "fuck, Poe, you're doing so good," and "yeah, that's it," and "I fucking love seeing you like this". He's proud to be the one who can make Poe feel like this, and he buries that tiny flare of jealousy in the back of his mind that reminds him he's not the only person in Poe's life to have seen him like this.

He tries to bury it, at least. The sudden, intrusive reminder that this is just physical for Poe - that there's no fucking way he feels the way Odin's started to - hooks into his heart and makes him unbearably, unbearably sad.

He's a little quieter as he finishes rolling his hips against Poe, and while he doesn't come he still rides the wave of Poe's climax until it's over. He lets go, when Poe's started to come down, kissing down his chest and abs, cleaning away the shots of white on his skin, but he holds eye contact the whole time.

It hurts to look so deeply in Poe's eyes, now, but he doesn't think he could stop if he tried. ]

[Poe looks a little dazed, watching Owain make his way down his chest. He reached out, fondly running fingers through his hair, before leaning his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and letting out a long, low, breath.]

Fuck, Owain. [The words are very quiet.]

You are... Unfairly erotic, I hope you know that.

[ Owain doesn't tear his eyes away from Poe's face until he finishes speaking, and then... his throat goes dry. He rolls onto his back and lays next to Poe, breathing heavily under the weight of everything they just did and just focusing on the ceiling to try and calm down. Like always, he's exhausted, but - there's anxiety in his stomach, now, something that's going to prevent him from falling asleep like normal.

Fuck, he hates this. ]

Yeah, I'm pretty hot. [ said with a very hollow laugh. ]

You're okay, I guess. I mean, you're no Herr Starr or whatever his name was, who I also totally banged, but I guess you measure up fine.

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[It takes him a few seconds to catch up to what Odin had said (his brain was lagging), and then a few more seconds to try to figure it out, and then:]

Wait- what? The nudes guy?

Oh, yeah. The old dude? Super hot lay. You'd be surprised.

[ Still staring at the ceiling. Still just incredibly deadpan and a little bit miserable. Kind of not sure why he's making this joke, but his mouth is running on autopilot and it's better than stressing about his Emotions. ]

Really into leather for some reason.

[Its the deadpan, that clues him in, more than anything else. And even out of the haze of post orgasm, his brow furrows and he shifts to look at him. Odin didn't do deadpan. He did breathless joy or wonder or gregarious laughing or an earnest, almost desperate need to say the truth. He didn't do weird, deadpan jokes. So Poe was quickly sobering, and looking at him slightly worried.]

... You alright?

[ -- fuck. Now that his brain is catching up to his mouth, he's just going red and awkward and embarrassed. He covers his eyes with his forearm so he doesn't have to look at Poe, painfully aware of how desperate he was to see every miniscule fraction of his face even just a couple of minutes ago. ]

Sorry. Yeah. Tired? Tired and stupid. I'm a stupid, tired dude who just came like ten times so my brain's broken and I guess I'm making jokes about banging old creepy dudes for attention. That's all.

[ he scrubs his hands down his face. There's this invasive, angry part of him saying to just tell the truth, because if he fesses up now, tells Poe everything he's feeling before they go into space and get stuck in a shuttle for three weeks, they'll be able to deal with things now, the way adults deal with them, and be back on good terms by the time they're forced to see each other's face every day.

Instead, though. Nah. He rolls back over, facing Poe. He looks at his eyes, his lips, and then he swallows dry air. ]

Thanks. Sorry. Thanks though? But sorry.

[He very nearly presses it - his instinct to get to the bottom of something and fix it almost overwhelming. But a voice at the back of his mind whispers- if you dig, you're just going to hear answers you don't want to hear.

Great. He's a coward.

He shuffles in towards Owain until he can press their foreheads together and lean in to take a long, warm kiss.]

You're fine. Relax.

[ It's amazing, really, how soft, physical contact like that with Poe just makes him feel overwhelmingly better. He shuts his eyes and just enjoys the kiss for what it is, and when Poe tries to pull back, he puts his arm on his neck and urges him to stay, dragging this out for as long as he can. He's so focused on what it feels like to be close to Poe that he doesn't guard his expression the way he should - he looks so, so fucking sad, even with his eyes locked closed and his lips pressed against Poe's for as long as they are. It's only when his stomach stops tying itself in knots and he stops feeling like he's gonna cry that he finally, finally lets go.

He's quiet, for a second, but then he opens his eyes, nervously taking Poe in. ]

You're, um-- [ He needs to break this mood, needs to end this. ]

You're super great at sucking dick. SUPER GREAT.

[Poe didn't seem to argue, when he was kept close - just kissing Owain with a slow, deliberate ease. When the kiss was broken he just shimmied in closer, sliding his body into place alongside Owain's, and closed his eyes.

He gave a low, breathy chuckle.

Well, I had good inspiration.

[ Odin smiles back, but again, it's watery and distant. He wants to say something, for the thousandth time, but he knows he won't. So he just shrugs and shuts his eyes. ]

Bed time.

[ He grabs Poe and pulls him close, making this piece of shit the little spoon whether he likes it or not. Maybe if he goes to sleep he won't feel like this anymore when he wakes up. ]

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