[ In a single moment, the entirety of Rex's awareness narrows down to Poe and what he's doing with his evidently extremely talented mouth. It's hard for him to hone in on a single thing some days; he's a hypervigilant sort, and there's always something else he feels needs his attention, something else he should be doing. But right now, he's not thinking about anything except Poe's mouth on him, all wet heat and deliberately applied pressure and, quite possibly, the best thing he's felt in his life.
He moans, the sound clawing its way out of his throat without any input from him, and definitely loud enough for Andy to hear, but he can't bring himself to care about something like that right now. He squeezes his eyes shut, then forces them to open again because as it turns out, the view's half the fun. ] Oh -- fuck --
[ As his hips snap forward, he buries one hand in Poe's curls and yanks him halfway off. ] Sorry -- I didn't want to... [ Actually break his nose that time. Underneath different circumstances - or, perhaps, when he has more than two brain cells to rub together to think about it - he'd be embarrassed at the blatant, immediate loss of control. But the last thing he wants is for Poe to think that he wants him to stop, so he loosens his grip, fumbling, petting loosely at the back of Poe's head. He's not going to last for long anyway. ] Keep going. Please.
[ Please, he says, Rex thinks, almost hysterically. Like he's asking for Poe to pass him a spanner instead of to keep sucking his dick. This really isn't less ridiculous than before - he's just found that he cares a great deal less about it right now. ]
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He moans, the sound clawing its way out of his throat without any input from him, and definitely loud enough for Andy to hear, but he can't bring himself to care about something like that right now. He squeezes his eyes shut, then forces them to open again because as it turns out, the view's half the fun. ] Oh -- fuck --
[ As his hips snap forward, he buries one hand in Poe's curls and yanks him halfway off. ] Sorry -- I didn't want to... [ Actually break his nose that time. Underneath different circumstances - or, perhaps, when he has more than two brain cells to rub together to think about it - he'd be embarrassed at the blatant, immediate loss of control. But the last thing he wants is for Poe to think that he wants him to stop, so he loosens his grip, fumbling, petting loosely at the back of Poe's head. He's not going to last for long anyway. ] Keep going. Please.
[ Please, he says, Rex thinks, almost hysterically. Like he's asking for Poe to pass him a spanner instead of to keep sucking his dick. This really isn't less ridiculous than before - he's just found that he cares a great deal less about it right now. ]