[ Peter can't help the way he grins, the way something curls in his chest with satisfaction. After a few more heartbeats, though, he eases up the pressure, slipping his fingers away from that bundle of nerves. He starts fucking Poe with his fingers in earnest, abandoning that teasing pace from earlier. ]

You sound amazing.

[ And there's a rougher edge to his voice. His own cock throbs with how Poe sounds, how he looks, how he feels. Peter's body thrums with want, but for once, he keeps it in check. ]

Probably a good thing for you that I'm not staying longer. Imagine how fucking desperate you'd be if I kept you just like this till you absolutely had to leave.