[ Maybe Rex should have expected Poe to act with as much immediacy in this as he acts in every other avenue of his life, but he's still surprised when he suddenly sinks to his knees. There are some who've said, conversationally, that it's hard to know what you like until you really get in there and try everything, no doubt coaching some of the shyer ones among them in having an open mind. It had always made sense to Rex. Of course you think that you like rations if that's all you've ever had. It's only when you branch out that you can tell what it is you actually like.
That rationale quickly flies out the window. He knows exactly what and who Poe Dameron is - a good man, a handsome man, the sort of guy who could have anyone he wants and the best damn pilot in the galaxy - and to have someone like that look at him the way Poe's looking at him now, on his knees before him despite it all -- that. He likes that. And no matter what else he tries, he can't imagine a world in which that will grow old. ]
Oh. [ It slips out of him, curling his shoulders forward as though instinctively trying to get closer to him, the corded muscles of his thighs tensing up. That spark of amusement in his expression has vanished, replaced with something intent and almost reverential, eyes wide and dark. ]
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That rationale quickly flies out the window. He knows exactly what and who Poe Dameron is - a good man, a handsome man, the sort of guy who could have anyone he wants and the best damn pilot in the galaxy - and to have someone like that look at him the way Poe's looking at him now, on his knees before him despite it all -- that. He likes that. And no matter what else he tries, he can't imagine a world in which that will grow old. ]
Oh. [ It slips out of him, curling his shoulders forward as though instinctively trying to get closer to him, the corded muscles of his thighs tensing up. That spark of amusement in his expression has vanished, replaced with something intent and almost reverential, eyes wide and dark. ]