He half-rose again to meet the kiss, but didn't resist the force of it, letting it pin him down, hold him there.

He was moving his hips against Poe's, the friction between them not quite enough to satisfy, but close enough to chase after that feeling, groaning in return, the sound a demand for more. He wasn't usually this impatient, he didn't usually run this hot, but damn, he couldn't get enough of what Poe was doing to him.