He gives another groan, one that might be flirting with converting to a moan at the end. He'd had a plan. A great plan, a strong plan. And now there was this. But he still let Poe lead him where he would, pressing his nose against whatever part of the man's shoulder or neck he could to breathe him in.

It was unfair how much he'd give Poe. Well. Unfair how Poe knew it.

"I want hours of vids."