[John's fingers carve through the thick of Poe's hair, pushing it back from his face. He can't look away. Poe is submitting, but John is no less enthralled by him. His breath is quiet, but quick, his body vibrating beneath Poe's lips, every kiss sparking something deeper and more fulfilling than simple pleasure.
It's different this time. More intimate. Poe's never hesitated to go down on him, but he doesn't usually take his time, either. There's always a sense of urgency when they fuck, a rush to get each other out of their clothes, and get each other off. Rough, and a little careless. Just two men knocking boots between missions.
The warm wet of Poe's mouth makes him gasp. John's hands go to base of his skull, cradling his head. Supporting and encouraging him. He wants to see more of this side of Poe. Gentle and giving. Scared, but brave. Strong enough to risk tenderness. The heart and soul of the rebellion, who refuses to give up hope. He could, and is, falling in love with him.
Poe's always beautiful, but like this? John would fight a war for him.
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Date: 2018-02-26 01:43 am (UTC)It's different this time. More intimate. Poe's never hesitated to go down on him, but he doesn't usually take his time, either. There's always a sense of urgency when they fuck, a rush to get each other out of their clothes, and get each other off. Rough, and a little careless. Just two men knocking boots between missions.
The warm wet of Poe's mouth makes him gasp. John's hands go to base of his skull, cradling his head. Supporting and encouraging him. He wants to see more of this side of Poe. Gentle and giving. Scared, but brave. Strong enough to risk tenderness. The heart and soul of the rebellion, who refuses to give up hope. He could, and is, falling in love with him.
Poe's always beautiful, but like this? John would fight a war for him.
He would win Poe's war for him.]