[ Rex isn't sure what it is. Maybe it's the praise, or maybe its the scrape of Poe's nails against his scalp - he's always liked that - but it sends heat coiling down his spine in a way that doesn't seem to have anything to do with sex; even with his sort of stamina, it's not as though he's ready for another round already. Whatever it is, he likes it. He likes it a lot.
Good thing Poe's probably too occupied to see the goosebumps on his arms. He slides one hand up Poe's flank and rests it there, thumb finding the hollow of his hipbone and looking at Poe carefully, watching what he likes, and -- well, what he likes even more. There's not a lot of dislike that factors into the equation, even with a novice. He keeps bobbing his head, though, broad tongue pressed flat against him, pace almost leisurely. ]
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Good thing Poe's probably too occupied to see the goosebumps on his arms. He slides one hand up Poe's flank and rests it there, thumb finding the hollow of his hipbone and looking at Poe carefully, watching what he likes, and -- well, what he likes even more. There's not a lot of dislike that factors into the equation, even with a novice. He keeps bobbing his head, though, broad tongue pressed flat against him, pace almost leisurely. ]