He wanted nothing more than to stay in that dark, deep place where he could only feel and not think about anything at all. But he was too sensitive, twitching with every stroke Poe continued to give him. It dragged him right back to the surface, but at least it felt like some pieces of him were left behind.

He blinked back to awareness, to Poe's praise and kisses. It almost felt good. He could probably convince himself that it did. But Poe was already promising more, so he didn't know what to think. There was certainly very little that he could do.

Getting the gag off would be a step up. He grunted, both of them knowing he couldn't answer anyway. It didn't really matter if he could. Poe already knew what he wanted to do.