[ The room falls weirdly quiet, or at least as quiet as a room on a starship ever grows. The low constant thrum of the engines propelling them through hyper space feels almost like a groan in Poe’s bones, something far more sexual than usual.
Which is odd, considering that despite the fact that he is literally getting a blow job, the moment feels like something far beyond merely sexual. Poe can’t quite put his finger on it, not exactly, but it’s a deep, warm feeling, and almost... whole. He swallowed, thickly, his breathing starting to quicken as he watched with heavy lidded eyes. A vague thought wormed into his head, and then lodged itself there: this, this moment, but with his back pressed to Andy’s chest so he could just turn his head to catch her lips, and then pull Rex up against him and take a deep kiss from the man as well.
Damn. Damn it. He’d already been in trouble with his feelings for Andy, he’d thought he was safe when it came to Rex. Sure, he wanted to be around the man all the time, and sure, he was hot, and sure, he had wanted to get him like this for a while, but... now he was here, his imagination was running away with him. With the three of them, together, a team and partners in every way that mattered, and not a single inch of the ship that Poe couldn’t find love in. Real love. That’s what this was. That’s why, despite the truly erotic image and feeling of Rex’s mouth and tongue and lips, a part of Poe’s mind was firmly fixed on making him stop just so he could steal another hundred kisses, instead.
His body had different ideas, though, and something almost nervous kept him from voicing that thought aloud. So instead he he let his body chase what it so desperately needed, hips rolling shallowly to just barely thrust into those perfect lips, his breath catching as he felt himself nearing the edge. ]
Rex... [ he groaned, his voice far huskier than its usually cheerful tone as he groaned out a warning. ] Rex, I’m so close...
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Which is odd, considering that despite the fact that he is literally getting a blow job, the moment feels like something far beyond merely sexual. Poe can’t quite put his finger on it, not exactly, but it’s a deep, warm feeling, and almost... whole. He swallowed, thickly, his breathing starting to quicken as he watched with heavy lidded eyes. A vague thought wormed into his head, and then lodged itself there: this, this moment, but with his back pressed to Andy’s chest so he could just turn his head to catch her lips, and then pull Rex up against him and take a deep kiss from the man as well.
Damn. Damn it. He’d already been in trouble with his feelings for Andy, he’d thought he was safe when it came to Rex. Sure, he wanted to be around the man all the time, and sure, he was hot, and sure, he had wanted to get him like this for a while, but... now he was here, his imagination was running away with him. With the three of them, together, a team and partners in every way that mattered, and not a single inch of the ship that Poe couldn’t find love in. Real love. That’s what this was. That’s why, despite the truly erotic image and feeling of Rex’s mouth and tongue and lips, a part of Poe’s mind was firmly fixed on making him stop just so he could steal another hundred kisses, instead.
His body had different ideas, though, and something almost nervous kept him from voicing that thought aloud. So instead he he let his body chase what it so desperately needed, hips rolling shallowly to just barely thrust into those perfect lips, his breath catching as he felt himself nearing the edge. ]
Rex... [ he groaned, his voice far huskier than its usually cheerful tone as he groaned out a warning. ] Rex, I’m so close...