[ it's wild, he rush of relief she feels as soon as she knows for sure that he's there, that he'll give her what she needs to shake off whatever the hell she's going through right now. he falls right in step with her almost immediately, but it doesn't occur to her that that it's not quite the same as how he reacts to her when she surprises him by being naked and squirming on their with a toy between her legs, when he gets home from work. it's not a gradual thing, he didn't see her there and slowly get pulled into the same mood she's in. this was almost- instant. he's right there, suddenly, each press of his lips against her skin leaving a hot brand of sensation behind as he crawls up the bed over her.
she does manage to shove her shoulder down and relax just enough so she can lay flat on the bed under him as he moves up, thighs parting so he can fit between them, before she wraps them low around is hips. she can't seem to help the way she whimpers for him, whining, pleading, and she wants to wrap herself all around him, hold on with everything she's got to keep him right there so she can just grind on his hip or his thigh, wherever she can manage to get some friction, even if that's not what she actually needs right now. the problem is that she's too out of her mind to piece that together. so ironically enough, there really was a need for him to grip her tight and hold her down, because it's the only thing that seems to make her stop squirming so much.
still, she's gasping at first, pulling in deep breaths, but she can feel the near panic start to sink out of her system, the longer he's there with her, pressing himself so tightly against her.
it's only then that she realizes that part of what's making her relax-without-actually-relaxing-all-that-much is literally... how good he smells. and he always smells good, okay, his shampoo is one of her favorite smells ever, considering how often she curls up around him and buries her nose in his hair when she needs to shut everything out for a while. but this is different. this has her breaking their kiss to tilt her chin up so she can nose at his temple, his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his. and she hasn't even notices that she's still trying to rut her hips forward, seeking friction and whatever else he'll give her. fuck, she feels drunk. but also too aware, hyper-sensitive. ]
Poe. [ there actually is something like fear in her tone, but it's more out of confusion than anything else, the fear of feeling so out of control at the moment. the fear of not knowing what this even is. when she ducks her face to kiss him again, she licks out first, nearly digging her teeth into his bottom lip. not enough to split his lip, but it's close ] I need you to make me come, please, I need it. Need to feel you.
[ Poe wasn't fully aware of it until Gwen started rubbing herself against him but that's another facet to this, hard to focus on fully because there are so many different ways his senses are being overloaded at the moment, but once it's happening he realizes how right it feels. As obsessed with her scent as he is he wants to wrap her up in his even more, and every touch and kiss and bite is another possessive mark, and he knows it won't be enough until he's gone over every inch of her, which he fully intends to do before he's willing to pull away from her. The thought is completely impossible now, as she's begging for him in every way she knows how, and it's just a good thing that he wouldn't choose to fight it anyway, because he knows he wouldn't stand a chance. But obviously he's here for her, he wants her, always.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, hopelessly buried underneath everything else, is the thought that this might have a very particular kind of consequence, but it's not one that can pull him out of this, because honestly there's nothing he wouldn't do with her, or for her, and without more conscious thoughts chiming in there's nothing that makes him want to hold back.
He's making a noise that's a muffled response to hearing his name like that, but it ends in a low, rough growl at the sharp prick of pain where her teeth dig into his lip. They've gotten a little rough with each other before when things get especially heated, sure, but that intensity is nothing short of perfect right now, he wouldn't care if she did draw blood, but as soon as his mouth is free he's going to give some very similar attention to her throat as he grips one of her thighs and nudges it further aside before his hand slips to his cock to guide it against her. ]
I know what you need, baby. I'm gonna make you come until you can't take any more.
[ She's so wet already that he barely needs to adjust himself, between that and the restless motion she's caught up in the tip of his cock slips exactly where it needs to be and with one sharp thrust of his hips he's inside her, and it's so immediately overwhelming that he's almost flailing for a bruisingly tight grip on her hip, to make sure that she stays right there. ]
Fuck. [ It's almost like an full on orgasm for him right then and there, he's never felt anything like it, but somehow he doesn't actually unravel right then and there and instead he's already rocking into her, his hand sliding further down to her thigh to help angle her just right to get the most friction out of it.
It feels like he's harder and thicker even as he's thrusting into her, as if he wasn't already fully hard before he got to the bed. But at this point, given how intense and wild and new this all is he wouldn't be surprised if that was actually what's happening right now. ]
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she does manage to shove her shoulder down and relax just enough so she can lay flat on the bed under him as he moves up, thighs parting so he can fit between them, before she wraps them low around is hips. she can't seem to help the way she whimpers for him, whining, pleading, and she wants to wrap herself all around him, hold on with everything she's got to keep him right there so she can just grind on his hip or his thigh, wherever she can manage to get some friction, even if that's not what she actually needs right now. the problem is that she's too out of her mind to piece that together. so ironically enough, there really was a need for him to grip her tight and hold her down, because it's the only thing that seems to make her stop squirming so much.
still, she's gasping at first, pulling in deep breaths, but she can feel the near panic start to sink out of her system, the longer he's there with her, pressing himself so tightly against her.
it's only then that she realizes that part of what's making her relax-without-actually-relaxing-all-that-much is literally... how good he smells. and he always smells good, okay, his shampoo is one of her favorite smells ever, considering how often she curls up around him and buries her nose in his hair when she needs to shut everything out for a while. but this is different. this has her breaking their kiss to tilt her chin up so she can nose at his temple, his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his. and she hasn't even notices that she's still trying to rut her hips forward, seeking friction and whatever else he'll give her. fuck, she feels drunk. but also too aware, hyper-sensitive. ]
Poe. [ there actually is something like fear in her tone, but it's more out of confusion than anything else, the fear of feeling so out of control at the moment. the fear of not knowing what this even is. when she ducks her face to kiss him again, she licks out first, nearly digging her teeth into his bottom lip. not enough to split his lip, but it's close ] I need you to make me come, please, I need it. Need to feel you.
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Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, hopelessly buried underneath everything else, is the thought that this might have a very particular kind of consequence, but it's not one that can pull him out of this, because honestly there's nothing he wouldn't do with her, or for her, and without more conscious thoughts chiming in there's nothing that makes him want to hold back.
He's making a noise that's a muffled response to hearing his name like that, but it ends in a low, rough growl at the sharp prick of pain where her teeth dig into his lip. They've gotten a little rough with each other before when things get especially heated, sure, but that intensity is nothing short of perfect right now, he wouldn't care if she did draw blood, but as soon as his mouth is free he's going to give some very similar attention to her throat as he grips one of her thighs and nudges it further aside before his hand slips to his cock to guide it against her. ]
I know what you need, baby. I'm gonna make you come until you can't take any more.
[ She's so wet already that he barely needs to adjust himself, between that and the restless motion she's caught up in the tip of his cock slips exactly where it needs to be and with one sharp thrust of his hips he's inside her, and it's so immediately overwhelming that he's almost flailing for a bruisingly tight grip on her hip, to make sure that she stays right there. ]
Fuck. [ It's almost like an full on orgasm for him right then and there, he's never felt anything like it, but somehow he doesn't actually unravel right then and there and instead he's already rocking into her, his hand sliding further down to her thigh to help angle her just right to get the most friction out of it.
It feels like he's harder and thicker even as he's thrusting into her, as if he wasn't already fully hard before he got to the bed. But at this point, given how intense and wild and new this all is he wouldn't be surprised if that was actually what's happening right now. ]