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[flightforfreedom]

 I WILL FIND AN APPROPRIATE PICTURE AND PUT IT HERE LATER

but for now this is a shipping post

give me a prompt or an image or just a blank tag and i'll make up the prompt i don't care let's sail this ship

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He liked being handled roughly, so long as it was somebody he trusted not to hurt him. He trusted Poe. He wanted harder kisses, wanted bites, wanted a thousand things he would be ashamed to admit to come morning, but at the moment that kind of claiming kiss took away his ability to do anything other than moan into Poe's touch, which was so much more bold and decisive and already more than anything he'd ever done with Manabu.

Brendan didn't even wait for another greenlight, he yanked Poe by the shirt towards the bedroom, cheeks flushed already, breath shaky, taking the opportunity when he opened the bedroom door to shuck off his jacket. He wasn't anything spectacular to look at, but Poe was, so he focused on Poe, on how good Poe looked, how incredibly dark and perfect his eyes were and how kissable his lips were, and the next thing he knew he had his arms around Poe's waist again, tugging him close to press their bodies together. It was probably not a great indicator of Brendan's mindset that he'd gone from zero to have the start of a hard-on and he'd regret that too, later, but right now he just opened his mouth, silently begging Poe to kiss him senseless. He'd always been in charge with Manabu. He wanted the opposite from Poe.

He trusted Poe not to use the opportunity to break his heart or push him into something he didn't want. If things had gone differently, he could have loved Poe. If things had gone differently, they'd be making love right now instead of making great strides towards what could only be called a pity fuck.

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This wasn't even particularly strange, all this considered. At least on a physical level. He'd had enough casual encounters that his body knew the drill and responded before his mind even caught up. His jacket was falling to the floor and he barely even noticed, pressing in Brendan and pushing him back toward the bed at the same time.

It didn't help that he found Brendan stupidly attractive. He wouldn't be able to put a pin in it, if asked, but something about the mess of curls that was always in his eyes, the slightly gangly limbs. Ten years ago, he would have probably hit on Brendan even while he was with Manabu, not particularly concerned about hurting any feelings.

And yet now, here, his trousers beginning to feel too tight as he ground himself against Brendan's body. He did care. Fuck, he cared so much, even know Manabu seemed like he was gone forever. He shouldn't feel guilty, he tried to tell himself. He wasn't trying to be Manabu. Wasn't even pretending to be. Brendan's hunger was fuel for his own, piling the hem of Brendan's shirt up, hands sliding over the skin beneath.

"Anything you want," he reiterated in a low voice - deeper than usual - the husky tones of lust slipping in.

"I can make you forget the rest of the damn universe, if that's what you want."

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He'd have to be blind not to notice how attractive Poe was. At the time, when he'd met him, he had Manabu on the brain and so barely made note of it. Now he was keenly aware of exactly how unfairly attractive Poe was, and his body got the memo before his mind did, pulling soft, gasping sounds out of him when Poe ground against him. He wasn't sure which of them was harder. Somehow sex always seemed heightened when it was with someone who cared - something he didn't get to test out with Manabu, which he now regretted constantly.

Brendan's brain shut down for a second when Poe's hands slid over his bare skin. It was so good to have someone quiet all the noise in his head, all the mental torment he couldn't shut off. He shuddered against Poe, swallowing and nodding at the suggestion. God, yes, take the entire world out of the equation, blow every thought from his head, make him feel something, anything at all.

He kissed Poe again in a fog of want and need and murmured, "I want you to fuck me." It went unspoken that Manabu was a bottom. Brendan couldn't take being on top and having any thoughts of him mid-sex, that might really drive him over the edge into the kind of brokenness that resulted in an intervention or testing out if the Porter really could revive the dead. He took one of Poe's hands and brought it to his nipple, ready to let Poe take the lead and ruin him for other men. "'m clean, you don't need a condom, just... please, Poe." His shoulders slumped, and he rested his forehead against Poe's shoulder weakly. "Please."

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Brendan basically melted when Poe touched him, the soft sounds doing nothing but fuelling his conviction. Later he might double think what he was doing, but Poe was, at heart, a man of action before thought. Flying was instinct. You had less than a split second to make a decision, or you ended up dead. Earth had been driving him crazy by having him have to constantly think about consequences before he did things, which explained why he wasn't that good at it.

Like now.

Like how Brendan's words went straight to his cock, despite himself, and he groaned, fingers pinching as they were dragged upwards, his other hand grasping hard into the hint of bare flesh at Brendan's hip. If he was working on anything other than instinct, he would try to put the breaks on, say something about how they just just take it easy, he wasn't going anywhere.

But he's pretty sure Manabu would put the breaks on, too.

"You know we have nanites, right," he said instead, his head turning to nip at Brendan's ear. We don't need condoms. We're basically invincible. Except, of course, for the will of the Porter. He was too short to just pick Brendan up from where he was, so he just pressed him back toward the bed. The one thought that did occur was a vague sense of irony - he'd done this before. Recently. The other way around, of course - he'd been so upset that he'd begged Melkor to fuck him until he couldn't remember his name.

The least he could do was pass it forward.

"So yeah, I'm going to fuck you, Brendan," he said as the back of Brendan's knees hit the bed, his voice far deeper and far huskier than it had been even ten minutes ago. He pushed him backward and followed him down, pressing a hard, driving kiss against Brendan's mouth, tongue diving deep as if in warning for what was coming later. His other hand had moved up Brendan's chest, fingers grasping for the other nipple before he twisted them both, groaning into Brendan's mouth. "I'm going to take you so hard that you won't walk straight for a week--"

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Any smart reply, or any at all, that he might have had in response to Poe's quip immediately died a swift death when Poe pinched at his nipple. Brendan swore in his increasingly disused Spanish out of some automatic instinct, but it was a good kind of swearing, the kind he never got a chance to do around Manabu. He blinked, dazed, falling onto the bed and swallowing. Brendan steadfastly refused to think about how long it had been since he was with another guy. Depressingly long, long enough to make him an incredibly easy lay, but he'd lived a long time without a sense of shame and didn't intend to develop one now, not with Poe's hands driving him crazy, making him dizzy with anticipation. He wanted those fingers in him and he wanted more of that sharp pleasure that bordered on pain in his chest and he wanted everything else Poe was willing to give, anything, just to blot it all out.

He was almost painfully hard as he kissed back, frantically, enthusiastically, as if he needed to reassure Poe this was a good idea. He shuddered at how Poe used his tongue, his vivid imagination supplying him with a slew of dirty mental images; he pressed his hips upwards against Poe's, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a shudder and a moan at the contact. He wasn't normally this vocal in bed right away - that usually came later - but Poe's touches were rapid-fire sensations that destroyed his already shitty concept of a filter. It was just the right side of overwhelming and he needed more, immediately.

"Sounds like a start," he replied, voice low and slightly snarky, still trying to grind against him impatiently. "If I don't scream at some point, though, you're not doing it right."

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"Oh, is that the bar I'm shooting for?" Hello snark, meet sass, even though the sass is somewhat tempered by the fact that he was shifting his weight, now, leaning onto one side as his lips left Brendan's and went for his throat instead, teeth and lips sucking hard enough at his flesh to leave a mark. Now that he's figured out just how much Brendan liked attention to his nipples, he was trailing bites towards there.

His hips had locked into place between Brendan's legs, though, grinding roughly against him, his now achingly hard cock dragging against Brendan's, the fabric between giving a coarse, shuddering friction to it. Just so that Brendan was fully aware of where this was heading, despite most of Poe's attention now being on the man's collarbone, where his mouth was leaving another dark mark. His fingers were still working at Brendan's nipples, twisting almost in time to the hard rutting of his hips.

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"It's a start," he shot back, snarky to the last, and then he promptly stopped making noises that sounded like words as Poe bit him. He made a noise that was somewhere inbetween a gasp and Poe's name, fingers digging into Poe's back and gripping for leverage. He was probably going to leave a mark of his own, but Poe didn't seem to mind, given he went ahead and hit Brendan's every last button anyway.

No one had ever accused Brendan of being patient. He couldn't help grinding against Poe in return, breathing now audible and strained as Poe's fingers worked at him. With anyone else it might have been too much, under any other circumstances, but right now it was all exactly what he needed. He was unbearably hard and the friction was just enough to make his back arch slightly, pushing his hips upward. The sound he made when Poe bit down over his collarbone was an outright whimper, and he didn't care enough to even try to censor it. Everything was good enough to make it not matter. All he needed now was for Poe to keep it up.

"So good," he murmured, back arching again, struggling to move himself in time to Poe's thrusts to get the maximum amount of sensation. "I owe you a blowjob after this, or anything, whatever you need, just don't - don't stop, please-" Brendan cringed slightly, aware he was begging, which he already hated himself for, and shut his eyes to avoid having to look at Poe's face for a moment.

He wouldn't have been embarrassed with Manabu. Shit. He did not want that thought in his head right now. Damnit.