Armitage may not have been prone to possessive tendencies, but he did like being reminded that Poe was his. They had their rings and called one another husband, but hearing it still warmed him at his core. He wasn't just some brief, shallow fling. Poe loved him. Truthfully, deeply loved him. And Armitage would never grow tired of those little reminders.
When Poe shifted to slip out of his shirt, Armitage moved as well, positioning himself on the mattress between the pilot's knees. Once his husband was settled, he leaned down, leaving a trail of soft, sweet kisses along Poe's body. He started at his stomach, gradually moving his way up to his abdomen, to his pectorals, to his collar.. Each press of his lips gentle, but deliberate. As if he were appreciating every inch of skin, adoring his partner.
"You should be careful what you say to me," he warned as he inched closer to Poe's ear, "I think the others would be sour if I suddenly started claiming most of your time. I can get greedy, you know. You give me a little power and it'll go straight to my head." As the ginger had shown time and time again. Poe had permitted him ten minutes alone in a room and Armitage had taken and taken. Once turned into twice, turned into three, four times.. And it certainly hadn't stopped there, had it? "But I suspect you like that as well, don't you? When I get greedy with you.."