[ Rex swallows around Poe - he's always said that there's nothing for being good at anything like experience, which means he can't go wrong mimicking someone who's had leagues more experience than him - and gentles him through it before slowly pulling off, resting his chin briefly along the crook of Poe's hip.
If he looks even more at ease than before that's because, oddly enough, he is. He's always appreciated a job well done and largely prefers knowing that he can return what he's given in time. And looking up at Poe's face, the way he cried his name (which was, it must be said, extremely satisfying and worth a repeat of this whole business) and the way his taste lingers in his mouth, he's pretty damn sure he's at least returned the favour.
Finally, he draws himself up again, sliding up and along the bed over to where Poe is to wordlessly settle beside him. ]
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If he looks even more at ease than before that's because, oddly enough, he is. He's always appreciated a job well done and largely prefers knowing that he can return what he's given in time. And looking up at Poe's face, the way he cried his name (which was, it must be said, extremely satisfying and worth a repeat of this whole business) and the way his taste lingers in his mouth, he's pretty damn sure he's at least returned the favour.
Finally, he draws himself up again, sliding up and along the bed over to where Poe is to wordlessly settle beside him. ]