[ Poe doesn't exactly need much encouragement to lie back on the bed, and he's happy to make himself comfortable with Peter keeping close. Peter feels good just resting chest-to-chest, even with most of his weight supported, the warmth of his skin practically making Poe's body hum with approval.

Yeah, this is good.

Poe's breath catches as Peter's teeth dig into his neck, and he arches along with the path of the other man's lips and tongue. He shifts under Peter, combing his blunt nails through Peter's hair encouragingly. ]

Mmn, okay, "weeks" might be pushin' it, but I think you're on the right track.

[ His voice is rougher, but that cocky grin gives itself away on another little laugh. ]

Like, maybe hard enough I'm feeling it for a week, but plural might get impractical.