[ That touch sets off electric tingles in Poe's stomach, alarm bells in his head. John is being... different. They've changed on and off, who's in control, who's in charge, but. John is being different this time.
He takes off the boxers, tossing them aside, wondering what on earth John is doing in the bathroom. He's not the costume type, and Poe has never really understood the appeal of pretending to be someone or something else in bed. People are interesting enough as they are.
But when John comes out, he's not wearing a costume. He's wearing work clothes. Poe gets up, somewhere between attracted and alarmed. ]
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He takes off the boxers, tossing them aside, wondering what on earth John is doing in the bathroom. He's not the costume type, and Poe has never really understood the appeal of pretending to be someone or something else in bed. People are interesting enough as they are.
But when John comes out, he's not wearing a costume. He's wearing work clothes. Poe gets up, somewhere between attracted and alarmed. ]
What exactly do you want to do, John?