[ it makes him feel a little less self-conscious, maybe, that his face isn't necessarily in view anymore; he can steer poe's view to where his own hand is wrapped around his cock and watch the other man stroke himself at the same time and know he's close enough for poe to hear everything he's saying, every sound he's making amplified through the tiny speakers.

there's a beat, though, where his hand disappears from view and a brief noise of rummaging, and when it returns, there's an obvious palmful of lube that he slowly applies with more stroking, coating his shaft in it for a smoother, frictionless jerking as he breathes out another groan. ]

Yeah, we should. [ funnily enough, he's picturing it a slightly different way, both of them stretched out on their sides with faces buried against hips, hands smoothing over skin, audible sounds of suction and deep grunts as they work each other up. ]

If I didn't know any better — [ he chuckles a little, head falling back against the pillow as he guides his hand a little faster, listens to those slicker noises of his lube-enhanced grip. ] I'd say you like making me beg for it. But... I would. For any part of you I can get.