Up until now, Armitage had been trying to ease into that intimacy that he'd been wanting. He was trying to be careful. He didn't want to push too hard, not after everything his dear husband had been through. That being said, Armitage knew that look on Poe's face, knew that tone - and that's all it took for him to switch gears.
There wasn't anything soft or sweet about the kiss he pressed to Poe's lips. For Armitage, it might have only been a few hours since he'd last seen the pilot, but it felt like they had been separated for months. And for Poe, it had been that long. Which only fueled that sudden fire inside him. Remind him, Poe had said. Armitage didn't need to be given that command twice.
He ground his hips into Poe's, simultaneously frustrated and pleasured by the fabric that remained between them. With the way he rubbed up against him, one might have thought that Armitage was trying to fuck Poe through his clothes. In reality, Armitage was having a difficult time pulling away from his husband's mouth. He couldn't handle the thought of never being able to kiss him again and if he stopped, Poe might just disappear right out from under him..
When Armitage did finally lean back, it wasn't purely for the sake of allowing his husband to breathe. The ginger had moved again, his focus now on getting those dreadful pants off of Poe. Those long, thin fingers were quick; unfastening, tugging, and all too eager to get his lover naked.