[John's head tips back, gasping as Poe chokes him down the back of his throat, hotter and tighter than John can process. His nails scrape Poe's scalp, fingers twisting into his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, then releasing, stroking soothingly, only to twist again with the next bob of Poe's head.
Men know how to touch other men, whether or not they want to admit it. Poe's callused fingers dragging over John's thinnest, most sensitive skin make his dick jerk in Poe's mouth. He almost comes right there, just from looking down at him, and being overwhelmed by Poe's attention, and his eagerness to please. His hunger.
For once, John feels like his want has been matched.]
Stop.
[Growled low and deep from the base of his chest, because he's right there on the edge, more animal than man. John inhales through his nose, steeling himself. He wants nothing more than to empty his balls down the back of Poe's throat, but he needs to maintain control. Poe needs to know he will stay strong when Poe needs him to be strong, no matter what.]
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Date: 2018-03-04 02:21 am (UTC)Men know how to touch other men, whether or not they want to admit it. Poe's callused fingers dragging over John's thinnest, most sensitive skin make his dick jerk in Poe's mouth. He almost comes right there, just from looking down at him, and being overwhelmed by Poe's attention, and his eagerness to please. His hunger.
For once, John feels like his want has been matched.]
Stop.
[Growled low and deep from the base of his chest, because he's right there on the edge, more animal than man. John inhales through his nose, steeling himself. He wants nothing more than to empty his balls down the back of Poe's throat, but he needs to maintain control. Poe needs to know he will stay strong when Poe needs him to be strong, no matter what.]
Stand up. I want to see you.