He'd wanted to take things slow. Holodramas and love stories always portrayed romantic sex as unhurried and passionate. But there was no stopping Armitage once he was inside Poe. One little thrust of his hips and all of that hope of being sweet and tender had gone out the window.
He couldn't help it. Poe was so tight around him. He loved the feeling of Poe's heels digging into his backside, loved feeling his balls slap against Poe's ass as he pushed into him. Armitage's blood ran hot, his own chest rising and falling with heavy breath. He hadn't completely forgotten about Poe's cock, but pleasing him had been set aside for now in favor ramming his own dick as deep into his husband as he could possibly go.
One arm wrapped around the pilot's body, his other hand flat upon the bed in some sad attempt to keep them steady. And when Armitage's aggressive pace finally did slow, it was just enough to heatedly whisper into Poe's neck. "Say my name -" Again, his voice lacked the harsh cadence it normally held while delivering orders. Yet somehow, it maintained that air of need. "I want to hear you say it.. Say my name, make me come."