Poe climbed up on top of him, braced above, his cock out and flushed and angry, glistening with need and twitching with Poe's every breath. He was fighting, though. He was so clearly fighting, and getting intensely frustrated by it.

"Talk, then," He bit out, the muscles in his arms delineating sharply from the sheer effort of restraint.

"Talk, before I tear those clothes off you myself."