[ John has him dead to rights. He's not used to being so naked in front of someone, hasn't realized just how well John knows him. He's too used to being seen how he wants to be.
Something they have in common.
He feels the pinch and tug of John's nails against his pubic hair and is turned on in spite of himself.
Those ropes.
He almost says why, but what else is John going to do with Poe on the bed? Sleep or sex. And Poe is pretty sure sleep is not on John's mind at the moment. So, for once, Poe does as he's told.
More or less.
Which is not so much for once as it is as usual.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, squeezing its edge, a small outlet for nerves. ]
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Date: 2018-03-17 06:40 pm (UTC)[ John has him dead to rights. He's not used to being so naked in front of someone, hasn't realized just how well John knows him. He's too used to being seen how he wants to be.
Something they have in common.
He feels the pinch and tug of John's nails against his pubic hair and is turned on in spite of himself.
Those ropes.
He almost says why, but what else is John going to do with Poe on the bed? Sleep or sex. And Poe is pretty sure sleep is not on John's mind at the moment. So, for once, Poe does as he's told.
More or less.
Which is not so much for once as it is as usual.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, squeezing its edge, a small outlet for nerves. ]