No, Poe did not want to stop. He never wanted to stop, especially once he'd gotten started. He'd have laughed the very idea off if he wasn't so turned on, forever entranced by the way that Armitage was so good at taking exactly what he wanted, but only in the constraints of what he knew Poe would willingly give. It wasn't an easy balance and there wasn't anyone else who could do it as well.
Poe made that eye contact and -- well, he'd always been something of an easy read even when his emotions were all mixed up. There was love there - a firm devotion but also that look he so often got when Armitage was involved; a playful, lusty sort of challenge. Was he up for it? It was pretty fucking obvious he was. A warning wasn't needed.
Poe rolled his hips, inviting, even as he got his legs around his husband, eager like he might well climb him if he had to wait much longer.