[ With just his shorts, Poe's won't come off any slower, but he's more than happy to lead. He keeps his eyes locked on Rex's as he tugs the waistband down further, something almost smug about his expression. He hasn't actually seen Rex look at him like that before, and he decides he likes it a lot. The base of his cock comes into view first, dark curls that match his hair nestled around it, and if the nosebleed dimmed his arousal at all, that certainly isn't evident now. The fabric finally slides past the head and his cock springs up, bouncing a little ridiculously, several shades darker than the skin surrounding it.
He drops the shorts to the floor and kicks them out back behind him, his hand moving to grasp himself and give a couple leisurely strokes. Much better. It had been getting really, really cramped in there.
He wet his lips expectantly, gaze flicking from Rex's face south, then back up again. ]
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He drops the shorts to the floor and kicks them out back behind him, his hand moving to grasp himself and give a couple leisurely strokes. Much better. It had been getting really, really cramped in there.
He wet his lips expectantly, gaze flicking from Rex's face south, then back up again. ]
So, do I pass muster, Captain?