Any other time, it might have been a passing thought in the back of his mind that it was unfair that Poe could do this to him. That the pilot could drive him wild simply by saying his name. But perhaps, in this particular scenario, it was good to remind Poe that he had this power over him. That he could bring this ex-First Order General to his knees and reduce him to nothing more than a panting mess in a matter of minutes.
"Fuck." The way Poe squeezed him was unbearable - in the best way possible - and Armitage couldn't stop himself from burying his face into his husband's neck, whispering further curses until he burst.
Armitage would never grow tired of that feeling: how slick Poe became when he was coated in cum. How it felt dripping out of him, between them, smearing over their thighs. But even though he'd found release, he wouldn't pull out of Poe just yet. He lowered them both down to the mattress, careful not to put too much weight on the man beneath him and taking a moment to recover.
Only then would Armitage reach between them, his firm grip reclaiming Poe's cock. The tip of his partner's erection pressed against Armitage's stomach and the ginger did his best to keep it there, wanting to feel it when he came. "Poe.."