"Yeah...I ,uh. Who just leaves it at 'I know'? So..."

He was panting, could still feel Poe hard and wanting against him, and while he had the physical stamina to continue, he still held still. He'd known. He'd known, but having all the words out there and floating around and two gorgeous, sluggishly bleeding marks on Poe's shoulders bookending a cacophony of bruises along his neck...it was too much. Too much to just take in and press forward without a moment of basking, of leaning down to press their mouths together again.

"What do you want?"