[ ... Okay. The defensiveness tells Peter that Poe's not just joking around, and Peter's smile turns a little sharper. ]

Hey, I'm not criticizing. I was just trying to figure out if you were being for real or not.

You do tend to bullshit.

[ Not that Peter has any room to complain about that, considering he's practically made of bullshit.

He goes back to what he was doing, mouthing at the sensitive point just beneath Poe's jaw, tasting that faint trace of salt, feeling the rhythm of Poe's heartbeat against his lips. ]

"Droid," huh?

[ And he repeats it a little more experimentally, shifting so he's better settled between Poe's legs. ]