Poe drew away just far enough to get himself out of that shirt, tossing it in the direction of the bed, not sure if it landed or not and not really concerned about it. He just nodded at that breathless demand, his own hands sliding up Michael's sides in turn, though it was only far enough to bunch his shirt up a little before they dropped again, working his pants open instead so he could run his hands down Michael's thighs.

He managed a rough-edged: "Bed?" And it really was a question, he had no problem with the first round being right where they were, and he was fairly sure they were going to have more than one.