[ Poe eases his lips and tongue back and forth over the head and length of John's cock, a little deeper each time, choking once, muscles in his throat spasming lightly at the invasion. One hand on John's thigh, the other gliding up and down John's penis as Poe moves, slicking John with spit. He uses his tongue to push John's dick up against the roof of his mouth, rolls the roughness of his palate against John's head.
He can't get enough of the feel of John's hands against his head, in his hair. He tugs lightly on John's thigh, pushing John deeper in, choking himself again, intentionally this time. He can't talk like this, not with words, he can't give himself up vocally, but he can do it with his mouth, his hands. Poe shifts his fingers from John's dick to his balls, running his thumb over the sensitive skin in the cleft between them, then dragging his nail across the same place. ]
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He can't get enough of the feel of John's hands against his head, in his hair. He tugs lightly on John's thigh, pushing John deeper in, choking himself again, intentionally this time. He can't talk like this, not with words, he can't give himself up vocally, but he can do it with his mouth, his hands. Poe shifts his fingers from John's dick to his balls, running his thumb over the sensitive skin in the cleft between them, then dragging his nail across the same place. ]