[ Rex had been happy to simply stay put so that Poe could stretch and rest, knowing that the chances of them simply going to sleep propped up to each other were fairly high - which isn't a bad thing, with Rex serving as an overly large pillow and Poe a glorified stuffed animal. He lets out a quiet noise of protestation once Poe shifts in his arms, moving in exactly the sort of way Rex had told him not to.
He opens his mouth to tell him off (because honestly, what had they just gone over?), but he loses that fight as soon as Poe's fingers touch his jaw. While Rex may play at resisting the others' whims a little more than they do, he's quickly learned that he's a weak man at heart, wholly useless against their considerable charms. He leans into the kiss instead of pushing it away, closing his eyes and raising one hand to card his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Poe's neck. When Poe speaks, Rex's eyes are still closed, nosing at Poe's cheek, forehead bumping gently up against his temple. ]
Of course I did, [ he says roughly, in a tone that others may mistake for gruffness rather than emotion. ] I'm yours, cyare.
[ A lifetime of being groomed to serve another isn't one that's shed so easily. Rex never did manage to make off the idea of belonging to another person and no matter what they may think about the matter, he'll always belong to and be bound in service to the two people he's found himself tangled up with. It's different this way, though. It's his choice to swear that devotion to them - and while one of their number may contest the point, they're his as well.
He loosens his grip, knuckles running down the vertebrae of Poe's neck as he remembers that sometimes Poe needs to hear it directly, just as Rex does, that pledging fealty and loyalty is not always enough. ] I love you too.
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He opens his mouth to tell him off (because honestly, what had they just gone over?), but he loses that fight as soon as Poe's fingers touch his jaw. While Rex may play at resisting the others' whims a little more than they do, he's quickly learned that he's a weak man at heart, wholly useless against their considerable charms. He leans into the kiss instead of pushing it away, closing his eyes and raising one hand to card his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Poe's neck. When Poe speaks, Rex's eyes are still closed, nosing at Poe's cheek, forehead bumping gently up against his temple. ]
Of course I did, [ he says roughly, in a tone that others may mistake for gruffness rather than emotion. ] I'm yours, cyare.
[ A lifetime of being groomed to serve another isn't one that's shed so easily. Rex never did manage to make off the idea of belonging to another person and no matter what they may think about the matter, he'll always belong to and be bound in service to the two people he's found himself tangled up with. It's different this way, though. It's his choice to swear that devotion to them - and while one of their number may contest the point, they're his as well.
He loosens his grip, knuckles running down the vertebrae of Poe's neck as he remembers that sometimes Poe needs to hear it directly, just as Rex does, that pledging fealty and loyalty is not always enough. ] I love you too.