Shameless Shipping Post

[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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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."

[flightforfreedom]

"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.