Poe is laid on top of you, while your nimble fingers caress his hair. His focus is more so on you than the movie you both are watching. He sighs softly, silently admiring you. He lightly tugs your shirt, though it goes unnoticed.

The taller pouts, and presses his face unto your neck. He tightens his arms around you, wanting you to pay more attention to him.

Poe thinks up a solution, and presses a timid kiss to your neck, then another, and another, and so on.