He could feel. He could feel everything. The arousal, the meaning behind his words, all of that longing pressed against him. Through it all, he saw no reason to slow this down.

His hips met Poe's for both of their sakes, grinding against him until he could feel how much Poe liked it. A growl escaped him, his kisses becoming more insistent, more teeth than they were a moment ago.

Poe didn't have to miss him anymore. I'm right here, he desperately wanted to say. More so, he wanted it understood. Hadn't they had similar conversations?