There'd been a time, once, when adoration would have been unthinkable. Ten minutes alone would have been a mess of bruises to wear smugly the next day. And yeah, that still happened but they were more deliberate now, intermingled with kisses, lips and tongue.
Armitage worked his way up and Poe, never one for sitting still, was twitchy with his own patience particularly when it was combined with want. His fingers skated up Armitage's sides, down his shoulders. "It's been a while," he said, and it was sadly very true. He hadn't forgotten, obviously, it was just -- what it was. "Remind me." It was as much a demand as it was Poe begging.