He didn't stop him, though the touch made it all too clear that Poe was practically quivering with pent up energy.

"It's driving me crazy," He admitted in a hushed whisper. "I do want it. Of course I do. I can barely-- I can barely control it, I want it so badly." He swallowed. "But the things I want to do to you, I--"

He faltered, and his cock was straining in his trousers, nearly tenting them.

"I don't know if these are the things I want or if it's- if it's what I was trained to want."