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[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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