[ Whatever reluctance was still at the edge of Poe's awareness drops when Peter's lips crash into his own. (Because he trusts Peter, and he's genuinely willing to believe that this compromising position isn't going to go anywhere he doesn't want it to – but self-preservation always makes him know his exits, even now.)
The sting of Peter's teeth startles another sharp inhale out of Poe, and his head swims with the sudden wet slide of Peter's tongue; he's momentarily caught by surprise. But his brain catches up to the rest of him quickly enough, and he meets Peter's kiss with building veracity, a similar edge of hunger burning at the sidelines.
His eagerness starts to get the better of him as he presses up into the kiss, starting to strain against the grip on his wrists. He's not really pulling, not really trying to yank his hands free, but he's testing the strength pinning him down – and also just trying to get closer to Peter, since everyone knows how damn hard it is for Poe to keep still. ]
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The sting of Peter's teeth startles another sharp inhale out of Poe, and his head swims with the sudden wet slide of Peter's tongue; he's momentarily caught by surprise. But his brain catches up to the rest of him quickly enough, and he meets Peter's kiss with building veracity, a similar edge of hunger burning at the sidelines.
His eagerness starts to get the better of him as he presses up into the kiss, starting to strain against the grip on his wrists. He's not really pulling, not really trying to yank his hands free, but he's testing the strength pinning him down – and also just trying to get closer to Peter, since everyone knows how damn hard it is for Poe to keep still. ]