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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-12 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This time, the incredulous look is leveled at Poe, not his own dick, which is something of an improvement. Poe's expression is as coquettish it was just minutes ago but the bloody tissues in his nose somewhat ruin the effect. Despite the fact that he's still mortified and despite the fact that he's the one who caused this situation in the first place, Rex bites back a bark of a laugh. This is ridiculous. This entire thing is ridiculous. Nobody had ever talked about how absurd this whole affair would be. ]

Really? Still? You're still bleeding! This can't be how this is supposed to go.
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-12 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At least Rex isn't as tense as he was moments ago. It's hard to feel too self conscious when the man that you're ostensibly bedding has tissues shoved up his nose. And no matter how appealing the prospect of - of that is (is that where all of that kissing was headed? Stars.) he's fairly certain it's not a good idea while Poe's breathing is compromised. There's a sizable twitch against Poe where they're slotted up next to each other, but Rex's half-smile is more wry than anything else, some of the tension sapping out of his shoulders. ]

Ah. Well. Far be it for me to tell you what you are and aren't allowed to do.

[ ... ]

After the bleeding stops.

[ He's never received a blow job before, nor has he seen one, but he can figure out the general, ahem, thrust of the matter. Deciding to give a blow job while his breathing is compromised doesn't rank in the top ten of Poe Dameron's stupid ideas, but it's certainly not a good one. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-13 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's quick, but it's impossible to miss the flick of Rex's eyes as he catches a tantalizing glimpse of skin which... oddly isn't a thought he's ever had before, no matter how many people have sidled up to him. It's his turn to bite his lip, though he's a great deal subtler than Poe; there's just a hint of his teeth grabbing onto the inside of his lip, a pucker of his mouth. ]

I think you'd better get a head start. Mine go off in one go.

[ He could just undo the fly, of course. Nothing else is required for what Poe's talking about. It just seems too impersonal. This is just an experiment, a distraction, as Poe put it, but that's no excuse for making this impersonal. They're friends; allies.

And though he told Poe he could go first, he's already unzipping the back of his blacks. He's always been efficient like that. But though his hands are busy, he's watching Poe with unabashed, straightforward interest, gaze heavy with expectation. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-13 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He should probably have some sort of witty comeback for that, Rex realizes, but he's found that he's occupied by watching the slow stroke of Poe's hand, not quite able to tear his gaze away. It shouldn't be - and isn't - anything new, but evidently the weight of intent is everything. Almost absently, he palms himself through his blacks, applying steady pressure before relinquishing himself, finding his voice long enough to say, ] Almost.

[ The bleeding's stopped. He reaches out and yanks the tissues out of Poe's nose, tossing them aside. The responsible part of his brain says that those do not belong on the floor, but he can't find it in him to care. ] There. Now you'll do.

[ Poe had treated Rex to a show, but he does nothing of the kind. He strips with the same brutal efficiency as he does everything else, peeling himself out of his blacks in one fell swoop. He's shy in this, uncertain, but there's a certain defiance of that in the way he stands before Poe, not bothering to attempt to hide anything, neither the web scars mapping his body, nor the fact that his arousal had somehow continued unabated despite the fact that he was being seduced by a man with tissue paper shoved up his nose. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-18 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe Rex should have expected Poe to act with as much immediacy in this as he acts in every other avenue of his life, but he's still surprised when he suddenly sinks to his knees. There are some who've said, conversationally, that it's hard to know what you like until you really get in there and try everything, no doubt coaching some of the shyer ones among them in having an open mind. It had always made sense to Rex. Of course you think that you like rations if that's all you've ever had. It's only when you branch out that you can tell what it is you actually like.

That rationale quickly flies out the window. He knows exactly what and who Poe Dameron is - a good man, a handsome man, the sort of guy who could have anyone he wants and the best damn pilot in the galaxy - and to have someone like that look at him the way Poe's looking at him now, on his knees before him despite it all -- that. He likes that. And no matter what else he tries, he can't imagine a world in which that will grow old. ]


Oh. [ It slips out of him, curling his shoulders forward as though instinctively trying to get closer to him, the corded muscles of his thighs tensing up. That spark of amusement in his expression has vanished, replaced with something intent and almost reverential, eyes wide and dark. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-18 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In a single moment, the entirety of Rex's awareness narrows down to Poe and what he's doing with his evidently extremely talented mouth. It's hard for him to hone in on a single thing some days; he's a hypervigilant sort, and there's always something else he feels needs his attention, something else he should be doing. But right now, he's not thinking about anything except Poe's mouth on him, all wet heat and deliberately applied pressure and, quite possibly, the best thing he's felt in his life.

He moans, the sound clawing its way out of his throat without any input from him, and definitely loud enough for Andy to hear, but he can't bring himself to care about something like that right now. He squeezes his eyes shut, then forces them to open again because as it turns out, the view's half the fun. ]
Oh -- fuck --

[ As his hips snap forward, he buries one hand in Poe's curls and yanks him halfway off. ] Sorry -- I didn't want to... [ Actually break his nose that time. Underneath different circumstances - or, perhaps, when he has more than two brain cells to rub together to think about it - he'd be embarrassed at the blatant, immediate loss of control. But the last thing he wants is for Poe to think that he wants him to stop, so he loosens his grip, fumbling, petting loosely at the back of Poe's head. He's not going to last for long anyway. ] Keep going. Please.

[ Please, he says, Rex thinks, almost hysterically. Like he's asking for Poe to pass him a spanner instead of to keep sucking his dick. This really isn't less ridiculous than before - he's just found that he cares a great deal less about it right now. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-20 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rex swallows at that tiny kiss to his hip, eyes wide as he looks down at Poe's lips, red and slick with spit, arousal spiking down his spine. He did that, in some small way. He's not sure if it has such a great effect on him because of how starved they all are for intimacy, in the same way that they take refuge in the warmth of another body beside them, or something else, but he's not bothering to push the feeling away anymore.

He tries to hold back from straightforwardly fucking Poe's throat - that can't be pleasant - but he can't help the stutter of his hips as Poe takes him deeper and deeper, his palm large and rough on the back of Poe's head as he chases down his own pleasure, trying to stay on that knife's edge as long as possible. It's not out of some misplaced pride of having to last longer, or out of some desire to prove a point. It's just so different from anything he's experienced before. Unlike furtively jerking off in whatever private moments he's been able to find, more out of function than out of pure pleasure, he wants this moment to last. He doesn't bother restraining the choked groan that Poe forces out of him, finally letting go, tongue loosened by pleasure far more easily than it ever has with drink. ]


Fuck. I didn't know it'd feel so -- [ He cuts himself off with a grunt. He may be inexperienced, but he's also pretty sure that Poe is just excellent at this. He shouldn't have expected anything different. ] Like it wasn't enough for you to be the best goddamn pilot in the galaxy.

[ It's nothing he hasn't said before. He's proud of their little ragtag group. He's damn proud of them. Skill's always been something he admires and when it comes to Andy and Poe, it's something he admires on a regular basis, puffed up with as much pride as though it's his own success, not just that of his comrades. It's some lingering instinct from being a Captain, he supposes. He's just never said it quite like this before.

Finally, he can't hold back any longer, and tugs at Poe's hair again. ]
I'm close.
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-01-30 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It only takes another couple of thrusts for Rex to come into Poe's mouth, shoulders hunched and shuddering over him, fingers twisted in his hair with wild abandon, a low, rasp of a groan winding its way out of him. He stays there for another moment, regaining his bearings before it's too much and he takes a step away, the backs of his knees hitting the bed, which he gratefully sinks back down into.

Holy hell. He's glad he waited. He's absolutely certain that whatever drunken fling he could have gotten at 79s wouldn't have measured up. Once he has control over his faculties again, he scrambles for what exactly you say to your pilot and partner in crime after something like that before settling upon: ]
Well I, ah, get the appeal now. That was -- [ He clears his throat. ] Thank you.

[ Well, that's what you say after someone does something for you, isn't it? His eyes flick over Poe and to where his erection is still bobbing between his legs, heavy and flushed. He may not know his way around these things, but he does know it'd be poor etiquette to leave a man behind, so to speak. ]

I can... return the favour. If you like.
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-02-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rex clears his throat, ears reddening a little. He knows, technically, that Poe had been watching, but he still feels oddly unused to that - the idea of being watched, in that sort of way. It's not that the notion doesn't please him, that Poe had gotten that much out of him, but mostly it makes him feel terribly embarrassed.

Not embarrassed enough to say no, though. Poe got to watch him, and he finds that he wants to watch him right back. ]


I'm not one to turn down a challenge, [ he says, covering up some of that embarrassment with bravado. Then, a little more gently, because this sort of thing actually matters to Poe: ] I want to. You can just, ah... lie down?

[ He could get on his knees, of course, but he finds he wants a little more room to spread out. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-02-08 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, [ he says roughly, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. That's good. After spending what felt like an age not being in control, it's good to know that he can take ahold of it again, take things at his own pace, take his time doing what he likes - and what he thinks Poe would like too.

Right. Time to do this. Rex settles his weight onto Poe's legs. He's always been an intense man, apt to focusing on one thing and one thing alone, sometimes to his detriment. It's the way he's always been. And now, it seems, the full weight of his attention is honed in on the task at hand; there's no question that there's nothing else he's thinking about right now. ]


I don't do things by half-measures, [ he says, starting with his hands perched atop Poe's shoulders and sliding them down his chest, more interested in slow exploration for the time being.

Above all else, Rex likes to excel at things. He liked to excel at his classes, at leadership, at marksmanship, at organization - so why not at sex too? ]
So, [ he says, swatting Poe's hand away so he can wrap his hand around his cock himself, giving it a couple of experimental strokes, twisting his palm at the head the way he figures he'd probably like it, ] you'll have to let me know how this goes.

[ If he does poorly, he expects to be corrected. It's only fair. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-02-15 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh - all right.

[ It's a good thing that Poe didn't think twice about asking, because Rex certainly isn't. As far as he knows, this is how all dalliances go. That, and he's eager to have a bit of a do-over after what a disaster the beginning of this whole affair was, even if he does think it's odd that Poe would rather start slow when he's been pent up all this time.

He keeps his grip on Poe with a firm, steady rhythm, too slow to do much more than keep the momentum going, and leans in for a kiss. It's as gentle as his grip is firm, tentative and questing, but far better than his first attempts, his jaw more lax as their lips meet. Rex is somewhat aware that his heart shouldn't be pounding so but perhaps it's to be expected; this is a new experience and is admittedly coming after what can only be described as a life-altering orgasm.

No wonder Andy stuck around for that first week. He'd always wondered. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-02-19 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rex raises a brow at Poe, quirking his lips a little. Even he's certain that that's not usually what someone says after something that's supposed to be as small as a kiss. He keeps his hands where they are for a moment, one wrapped around Poe and the other resting on his chest as he says, matter-of-fact, ] You're welcome.

[ He leans in for another kiss, quicker this time. He finds he quite likes it. Something to explore another time, perhaps - but he's getting ahead of himself, isn't he? ] But if things keep going well, then don't thank me yet.

[ With that he finally slides down, sprawled between Poe's legs, his own legs dangling off of the bed a little bit as he contemplates Poe's dick as though he's mapping new terrain. ] Hm.

[ He should probably go slow, but he's never heard of going slow in his life so instead, predictably, he wraps one hand around the base as he takes Poe in his mouth as far as he can go in one fell swoop. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-03-03 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't something Rex would say comes naturally to him, nor would he call it particularly comfortable, but all of that is forgotten as soon as he's the one yanking those noises out of Poe. There's something distinctly satisfied in Rex's expression, either because it's been proven he's doing something right in his first step or because he'd managed to take Poe off-guard. Normally he'd say something, but his mouth is full, so -- ]

Mmhm.

[ He draws away, then slowly begins to bob his head, trying to get used to the weight and bulk of him in his mouth, the gesture as strangely intimate as the reverse had been. ]

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