Poe's breath hitched, the half smile catching on his lips and spreading - making him bite at his lips slightly.

"Funny, we have that expression, too," He replied, his hand spreading on Zevran's back, pushing him slowly against him as he rolled his hips up to meet that delicious, teasing grind. "Can't claim that I've every been particularly good at listening." Fingers splayed, tugging at Zevran's shirt, pulling it free from his belt and then sliding up against warm skin.

"Apparently I tend to jump in feet first."

Or in this case, cock first, which was making itself very, very well known as he pressed Zevran down against him again.