"Starting now."

One hundred and fifty seconds. Too soon and way too far away at the same time, and just knowing how close made him moan almost as loud as he had when Poe finally sunk his finger in. One hundred and forty five...

His hands slipped into Poe's hair, trying to get a grip on the wet strains and have something grounding. Something he could control, unlike what the other man was doing to every nerve in his body.