Armitage would forever be hyper aware of his husband's body. He could sense that despite being willing, there remained the slightest hint of uncertainty in Poe's responses. Needless to say, there was a noticeable wave if relief when Poe was able to relax. It was difficult for Armitage to keep himself from rushing. And sometimes, in the past, he had rushed, purely for the sake of being rough. He liked that spike in adrenaline, liked to listen to his sweet pilot groan and pant. But every now and then, it was better to slow down and focus on the moment.
The hand upon Poe's cock soon abandoned it's task, instead reaching out and taking hold of his jaw, forcing Poe to look at him. Normally, this was an act of dominance. But currently, Armitage simply wanted a brief connection; a visual exchange. If his husband wanted or needed to stop, now would be the time do it.
His opposite hand had removed itself, now lining up his own cock and just barely pressing the tip against that ring of muscle; partially as a form of teasing, partially serving as a warning. Armitage leaned forward, just a little bit, his attention still very much fixed on his partner. "Wrap your legs around me."