"Better."

He dropped his head back to the pillows- so many pillows involved in this, more in this one act than he'd ever really used in his whole life combined up to now, it felt like. Legs kept up their pressure on Poe's waist, not enough so that the man couldn't move, he was starting to become pretty pro-movement, but enough he couldn't pull back to that shallow thrusts again. He wasn't that delicate. It was touching, to know Poe cared enough to go slow when he always moved so fast. It was. But even if it got uncomfortable, knowing he wasn't holding Poe back was so very, very hot. He tightened his grip in Poe's hair, fist clenching almost all the way closed.

"That's- yeah. I can take it."