He didn't have to say it, Poe could almost feel it at the edges of his mind, and he just smiled, pressing another solid kiss to the mark he'd left on Michael's throat, not actually bringing it up himself because there was no point, not right then, not when the reasoning behind waiting was not just to give them both some time to prepare, but also to give the imprint a little bit of time to fade.
Poe knew, or could surmise, that a bond-bite on top of an imprint like that would just be too much for them both, especially partway through a heat.
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Poe knew, or could surmise, that a bond-bite on top of an imprint like that would just be too much for them both, especially partway through a heat.