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Date: 2018-03-17 07:38 pm (UTC)
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[John smiles down at him, fondly, finger tracing the edge of Poe's jaw. Tilting his face up to look at him.

Poe's already fighting, but John doesn't mind. Let him fight, while he still can. The man's a stallion. Rebellion is in his blood. John loves his spirit.

He doesn't want to tame him, he just wants to show him the other side. Like Poe had shown him. That there's freedom in giving up control, tool. Even more than holding on to it. ]


Take off the boxers, and stay. I'll be back.

[John crosses the room to the bathroom and shuts the door. Changes. Takes a moment to splash his face with cold water, and look at his own reflection. Some days, it's blurry. Today it isn't. Poe makes him feel sharp. Alive. Himself.

When John returns, it isn't in the gaudy leather and vinyl he'd seen on the racks of the kink expo. No costume. No lingerie. He's in partial uniform. Black BDU pants, a black tee, his boots. Gloves.

John's working, after all. So he's wearing what's comfortable. What makes him feel confident, and in control. At heart, he's a soldier. Even more than a man.]
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