Yes, I do, but this isn't about me. It's about you.
[John crawls back off the bed, standing over Poe. His eyes cut up and down over his naked body. Surveying the territory. All the valleys, peaks, and slopes of his musculature. He knows Poe's body well, has spent countless hours touching it, on top of it, under it. They fuck almost every day. John's had more sex in the past few months than he has in the past five years.
It was an adjustment, at first. Then he got used to it. Now John needs it. Going days without Poe's hands on him, without his dick in him, is uncomfortable.
John hadn't realized how cripplingly lonely he was until he wasn't.
He goes down on one knee, casting the first loop of rope around Poe's ankle. The contrast of black against olive is striking. He feels the first thrill of actually doing this, making his belly go tight and hot. Stabilizing his core. He casts the next loop, and the next, rope gliding against Poe's skin.
He breathes over Poe's foot, tugging the rope between his first and second toe, around the arch of his foot, and back up to his ankle. Tension immediate with the first knot, locking Poe's foot into an elegantly pointed position.]
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Date: 2018-03-17 08:58 pm (UTC)[John crawls back off the bed, standing over Poe. His eyes cut up and down over his naked body. Surveying the territory. All the valleys, peaks, and slopes of his musculature. He knows Poe's body well, has spent countless hours touching it, on top of it, under it. They fuck almost every day. John's had more sex in the past few months than he has in the past five years.
It was an adjustment, at first. Then he got used to it. Now John needs it. Going days without Poe's hands on him, without his dick in him, is uncomfortable.
John hadn't realized how cripplingly lonely he was until he wasn't.
He goes down on one knee, casting the first loop of rope around Poe's ankle. The contrast of black against olive is striking. He feels the first thrill of actually doing this, making his belly go tight and hot. Stabilizing his core. He casts the next loop, and the next, rope gliding against Poe's skin.
He breathes over Poe's foot, tugging the rope between his first and second toe, around the arch of his foot, and back up to his ankle. Tension immediate with the first knot, locking Poe's foot into an elegantly pointed position.]