"Oh, is that the bar I'm shooting for?" Hello snark, meet sass, even though the sass is somewhat tempered by the fact that he was shifting his weight, now, leaning onto one side as his lips left Brendan's and went for his throat instead, teeth and lips sucking hard enough at his flesh to leave a mark. Now that he's figured out just how much Brendan liked attention to his nipples, he was trailing bites towards there.

His hips had locked into place between Brendan's legs, though, grinding roughly against him, his now achingly hard cock dragging against Brendan's, the fabric between giving a coarse, shuddering friction to it. Just so that Brendan was fully aware of where this was heading, despite most of Poe's attention now being on the man's collarbone, where his mouth was leaving another dark mark. His fingers were still working at Brendan's nipples, twisting almost in time to the hard rutting of his hips.