It wasn't like Poe didn't know the kind of power he had over his husband, at least a little bit. Armitage might not have had his heart pinned on his sleeve most of the time, but it wasn't like Poe wasn't observant. And anyway, if he wasn't taken with him in all ways, why would he have married him, right?
It didn't matter though, knowing and seeing were clearly two different things, and the way that his husband came apart with what felt like minimal effort was entrancing. And pretty fucking empowering. And just -- just good. He might have come apart himself just there if he wasn't reminded how much nicer it was for Armitage to get his hands on his dick. His forehead was sweaty against Poe's collarbone, and Poe delighted in that as much as he did the mess in his ass. He gasped though, rocking into the touch, friction from all angles.
It didn't take much, there was no way it could have with how emotionally amped they both were. Armitage's name was mangled on his tongue, but it came out anyway, loud and reverent and --
They'd probably need a shower later. After the demanded cuddling.