[ Poe's eyes are on John's chin, the blush of stubble there, on his neck, on the sharpness of his jaw. He explores each one with gentle fingertips, aware too of how naked they are.
Poe is used to staying with people after sex. There's always brackets around the experience, a set time or a set reason he has to leave or they do. Just lying bare beside someone, nothing but empty hours on either side, is a kind of intimacy Poe has only ever let himself imagine. ] It's fine.
[ He trails his fingers down to John's shoulder, then his chest, strangely mystified by the body of a man he's been sleeping with for more than a month. ] Do you have to go?
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Poe is used to staying with people after sex. There's always brackets around the experience, a set time or a set reason he has to leave or they do. Just lying bare beside someone, nothing but empty hours on either side, is a kind of intimacy Poe has only ever let himself imagine. ] It's fine.
[ He trails his fingers down to John's shoulder, then his chest, strangely mystified by the body of a man he's been sleeping with for more than a month. ] Do you have to go?
[ It's more plaintive than Poe means it to be. ]