[ Poe isn't so wrapped up in his own frustration that he misses the moan vibrating against his skin, and it's a strange relief to know he's not the only one affected by this. Peter's done a damn good job of keeping up that aloof, smug tone, broken by those low commands, so it seemed almost like Poe was the only one falling apart.
And. Well. He still is, but he kind of loves knowing that Peter is getting off on this just as much as he is.
Poe tries to grind back, but this position is distinctly awkward, incredibly limiting, and the bend of his hips doesn't quite give the leverage he wants. He struggles under Peter, but it's almost more into his hold than away. ]
Yeah. [ Ragged, breathless agreement. ] Still— waiting on that part.
[ His grin breaks through the haze of arousal, curving at the corner of his lips. ]
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And. Well. He still is, but he kind of loves knowing that Peter is getting off on this just as much as he is.
Poe tries to grind back, but this position is distinctly awkward, incredibly limiting, and the bend of his hips doesn't quite give the leverage he wants. He struggles under Peter, but it's almost more into his hold than away. ]
Yeah. [ Ragged, breathless agreement. ] Still— waiting on that part.
[ His grin breaks through the haze of arousal, curving at the corner of his lips. ]