He took a half-step back at the sudden movement, but the kiss locked him in place, his hands reaching up under Poe's shirt, his heart thumping in his chest as his fingers find an impressive set of scars there. Wasn't he a pilot? How'd he survive enough stuff to get marks like that?

The wondering was cut short as Poe kept working on his clothes, letting out a sigh of relief as the pressure on him abated. It had felt like the seam was going to burst by itself if Poe hadn't freed him first.

He found the fastenings on Poe's trousers and pulled them open, one hand reaching in to draw out his cock with a long, slow stroke up the length, his other hand sliding around and beneath the waistline to Poe's ass, gripping him and pulling his hips forward.