[ They've been at this long enough that Rex had been expecting the obedience - but not, perhaps, the enthusiasm, the swiftness with which Poe worked, the way he laid his lips on him as though this was all he'd wanted all along when Rex can see Poe's cock ruddy and straining beneath him, untouched. The man isn't even trying to alleviate that one bit.

Rex leans forward, inhaling sharply through his nose, quietly thankful that Poe's one step ahead of him. He doesn't intend on ending this here, but with Poe's talents, he certainly needs that grip on him for a little extra insurance. The pure physicality of it might be enough, but combined with the sheer sight of Poe, the little game they're playing - stars, that does something to a man. He groans as he fists his hands in Poe's curls, rocking into that wet heat in the way Poe had likely wanted him to during their first awkward dalliance.

At least he's not going to break the man's nose this time. ]

That's the sort of conduct I expect from you, soldier, [ he says, the barest hint of a laugh on his breath for the sheer absurdity of it. ] Pfaask. [ He tugs at Poe's hair again, this time tugging him off, one hand reaching down to pat his cheek twice. ]

That's enough of that. We've got more to do. Go on. On the bed with you.

[ He had his fun. It's Poe's turn. ]