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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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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-03-11 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rex isn't sure what it is. Maybe it's the praise, or maybe its the scrape of Poe's nails against his scalp - he's always liked that - but it sends heat coiling down his spine in a way that doesn't seem to have anything to do with sex; even with his sort of stamina, it's not as though he's ready for another round already. Whatever it is, he likes it. He likes it a lot.

Good thing Poe's probably too occupied to see the goosebumps on his arms. He slides one hand up Poe's flank and rests it there, thumb finding the hollow of his hipbone and looking at Poe carefully, watching what he likes, and -- well, what he likes even more. There's not a lot of dislike that factors into the equation, even with a novice. He keeps bobbing his head, though, broad tongue pressed flat against him, pace almost leisurely. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-03-15 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theoretically, Rex had always understood sex - the gratification side of affairs, anyway. That was never difficult to get. What he hadn't expected was the gratification of returning the favour, the way Poe's voice goes husky with want, that laser-edged focus hazed over as he stares down at Rex... It was something else, seeing that, hearing that. And it was something else entirely to know he's the one who caused it.

He taps Poe's hip twice to get his attention and then makes a familiar hand gesture: open fire.

With that said and done, he splays one broad hand out over Poe's navel, exerting pressure more than it is holding him back and quickens his pace, hollowing his cheeks much like he'd seen Poe do for him not so long ago. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-03-26 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rex swallows around Poe - he's always said that there's nothing for being good at anything like experience, which means he can't go wrong mimicking someone who's had leagues more experience than him - and gentles him through it before slowly pulling off, resting his chin briefly along the crook of Poe's hip.

If he looks even more at ease than before that's because, oddly enough, he is. He's always appreciated a job well done and largely prefers knowing that he can return what he's given in time. And looking up at Poe's face, the way he cried his name (which was, it must be said, extremely satisfying and worth a repeat of this whole business) and the way his taste lingers in his mouth, he's pretty damn sure he's at least returned the favour.

Finally, he draws himself up again, sliding up and along the bed over to where Poe is to wordlessly settle beside him. ]
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[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-04-02 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Apparently Rex saves his sense of humour for the bedroom, because he huffs out a quick, fond exhale, not quite a laugh but damn well close to it. It plays at the exasperation he puts on, sometimes, when Poe and Andy are getting up to hijinks that Rex pretends to disapprove of but (not so) secretly enjoys. Poe's always been more hands-on, more demonstrative than anyone else Rex has known so, he figures, it makes sense that it would extend to something like this as well.

He doesn't return the favour, but he does shift around, manhandling Poe a little to sling his arm over his shoulders. He had missed this, before joining up with Poe and Andy - camaraderie, yes, but touch too. He'd figured he'd gotten all he needed whenever Poe slipped into bed with him, just the contact of someone beside him and someone else's breathing to listen to when everything else is still. It just seems somehow more acceptable to lean into that now, in a different sort of way than it had been with any of the others.

Perhaps that's not the case. But Rex has never been one to question anything when he's got a good thing going. ]