[ Better still, once Poe starts kissing him back, once he starts moving, wanting and demanding. Peter smiles into the kiss, his grip tightening briefly just to show he doesn't intend on letting Poe go anywhere – not yet, anyway.

He pushes himself up, giving himself a few seconds to admire Poe beneath him – flushed and wanting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Dark eyes and swollen lips. ]

You look good like this.

[ His free hand smooths down Poe's bare chest, resting against his sternum briefly to feel the eager rhythm of his heartbeat. ]

Next time we do this, if you let me cuff you, I'll just take my sweet fucking time. I'll leave you twisting for so long that you're begging me to touch your cock.