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for a moment ( just one, or maybe two if he’s feeling generous ) poe simply lets cayde’s abrupt urgency shift up to meet him, warming in the pit of his core, coaxing out a low shimmer of a hum at the base of his throat -- cayde’s heat feels like a biting, and it earns a sharp grin ( confident, capable, not cruel ) when he pulls away just enough to speak, digits closing firm ( not harsh ) around cayde’s wrists such that the only points of contact are the sparks between kisses.
‘ i thought i said let yourself. ’
if cayde wants more than that, he can work for it -- or ask.
poe’s not feeling too picky. ( least of all when he feels, more than hears, the rungs of cayde’s spine manoeuvred to gently thud up against a wall, bodies still barely touching, and -- )
-- sometimes he forgets how much he likes doing this. ( likes being allowed to do this -- and it is an allowance, poe knows. a gift, the trust bared under his mandibles, the gleam of open, trusting want in cayde’s optics shivering a spilling of want into his stomach, at the apex of his thighs, shit, he shouldn’t be this affected already, he almost thinks, but then again, why not? )
‘ any other questions? ’ it is a request for permission, for the go-ahead, too, if not in as many words.