ct_7567: (NO HELMET - impressed)

[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-08-29 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ They've been at this long enough that Rex had been expecting the obedience - but not, perhaps, the enthusiasm, the swiftness with which Poe worked, the way he laid his lips on him as though this was all he'd wanted all along when Rex can see Poe's cock ruddy and straining beneath him, untouched. The man isn't even trying to alleviate that one bit.

Rex leans forward, inhaling sharply through his nose, quietly thankful that Poe's one step ahead of him. He doesn't intend on ending this here, but with Poe's talents, he certainly needs that grip on him for a little extra insurance. The pure physicality of it might be enough, but combined with the sheer sight of Poe, the little game they're playing - stars, that does something to a man. He groans as he fists his hands in Poe's curls, rocking into that wet heat in the way Poe had likely wanted him to during their first awkward dalliance.

At least he's not going to break the man's nose this time. ]


That's the sort of conduct I expect from you, soldier, [ he says, the barest hint of a laugh on his breath for the sheer absurdity of it. ] Pfaask. [ He tugs at Poe's hair again, this time tugging him off, one hand reaching down to pat his cheek twice. ]

That's enough of that. We've got more to do. Go on. On the bed with you.

[ He had his fun. It's Poe's turn. ]
ct_7567: (NO HELMET - rex goes back to his homewor)

[personal profile] ct_7567 2019-09-14 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course that's what Poe looks like, even when it looks like it's effortless. That's the thing about Poe - somehow, he always looks like his element, and never so much as he does in moments like this. The funny thing is, Poe manages to make everyone else seem like it too. For as much as Rex feels as though he's simply fumbling along in circumstances like these, flying by the seat of his pants in places he has little experience in, Poe's always managed to give him the tools he needs to make it seem like it isn't so. A gift in and of itself, he thinks. A certain talent.

What that means, really, is that the man's good at this, and Rex is one of the lucky few who get to reap the benefits. He lets his eyes rest heavily on Poe, hungrily raking over his every feature before artlessly slipping his thumbs in between his waistband and hips and shoving his trousers down to pool down to the floor.

Poe's waiting for him. Which is why, brow arched, he takes his time picking them up and folding them neatly without even looking at them, eyes still focused on Poe. ]


I'll put you where I need you, [ he says bluntly, placing his trousers on the chair and sitting on the bed. He leans in to kiss Poe - and it's all him taking in this kiss, fingers winding back into that mop of Poe's and guiding it - before he leans away again, shoving Poe roughly into the bed and grabbing at the lube. The way he coats his fingers is nothing short of workmanlike. ]

So? Think you're ready?