Something seemed to break inside him. Even around Poe, Armitage was always holding up some sort of wall. Not to keep his husband out, necessarily. It was more a wall of composure. His posture was always perfect. He never showed too much emotion, fought against displaying vulnerability, save for these rare instances.
But that wall of self-control had crumbled the moment Poe drew him in for that kiss. He wrapped his arms around the pilot, squeezing him perhaps a little too tight. Poe had started the kiss sweet and tender, but Armitage deepened it, his fingertips digging into his husband's shoulder blades. It was rough, but an elated sort of rough. Like he suddenly had too much energy and all he wanted to channel it into was Poe's mouth.
When he leaned back, he looked a touch embarrassed for the assault of affection. Clearly, he wasn't used to letting his feelings get the best of him like that. "I, ah.. I think it's made of osmiridium, which means it won't tarnish easily.." Like the material really mattered all that much. Those long fingers released their grip upon Poe's back, lightly trailing down his spine. "It looks good on you."