[John takes Poe's hand, squeezes it briefly, then places it back down by his side. His eyes on Poe's eyes, steady, the gesture isn't just a suggestion. It's a silent command.
He goes to the bottom of Poe's shirt, rucking it up under his arms, then off over his head. John takes a moment to admire, hands sliding over Poe's chest, his appreciation more blunt than usual. He squeezes his pecs, the hint of a smirk on his lips, and drags fingertips down Poe's belly to the front of his pants.]
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Date: 2018-03-17 04:34 pm (UTC)[John takes Poe's hand, squeezes it briefly, then places it back down by his side. His eyes on Poe's eyes, steady, the gesture isn't just a suggestion. It's a silent command.
He goes to the bottom of Poe's shirt, rucking it up under his arms, then off over his head. John takes a moment to admire, hands sliding over Poe's chest, his appreciation more blunt than usual. He squeezes his pecs, the hint of a smirk on his lips, and drags fingertips down Poe's belly to the front of his pants.]
I know. And now you're right here.