He grinned outright, burying his face in the crook of Michael's neck, nipping lightly just once hands dragging back up his thighs as he did so.

He nodded as he lifted his head, keeping pressed close even as he worked Michael's pants down further, he'd get to his own in a minute, this was more important, "You're either going to have to turn around or step out of these." And Poe wouldn't mind either way, bending Michael forward to brace himself against the wall, or hoisting him up and getting Michael's legs around his waist to just fuck him up against the wall.