[ Poe is complete jelly. He allows himself to be rearranged without protest, sinking into Peter again on the bed with a shuddering sigh – content, blissful. His head feels like he's floating in clouds or maybe riding a really good high, and he can't think of anywhere he'd rather be in that moment.
Poe soaks up all the kisses, all the attention, finally turning his face towards Peter to knock his nose against Peter's jaw. ]
Yuh-huh.
[ Breathy agreement, and he doesn't sound the slightest bit put out about it.
(He usually wears long sleeves, anyway. This won't be much of a hassle.
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Poe soaks up all the kisses, all the attention, finally turning his face towards Peter to knock his nose against Peter's jaw. ]
Yuh-huh.
[ Breathy agreement, and he doesn't sound the slightest bit put out about it.
(He usually wears long sleeves, anyway. This won't be much of a hassle.
Also? Worth it.) ]