"I'm sure you could reach it if you truly wished." Zevran murmured, dragging his nose in an idle line along Poe's throat, nipping at his skin. A fine man with a fine figure and a fine mind that seemed to be of a mind. He couldn't say he wasn't tempted.

Rolling his hips back against Poe probably wasn't required, but he did it all the same. Why else were they in this cockpit?

"You have not yet explained why it is called the 'cockpit'." He is terribly curious