It was a novel thing, being enough. But that wasn't what made him sigh softly into Poe's kiss, an answering smile forming as he realized just how much the man was actually radiating with approval, with agreement. Being himself and being what Poe wanted. That was a gift.

He couldn't imagine losing it.

No. He wasn't going to ruin with with Kes' voice in his head, instead tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his hand once more holding Poe close against him by the back of the neck rather than just lightly stroking. The damned blankets made it harder, but he pushed forward anyway, not breaking the kiss, trying to put Poe's back on the mattress and himself above him.