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α gσσ∂ sραcε вσү ғяσм α gσσ∂ sραcε ғαмιℓү

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Date: 2018-03-17 09:47 pm (UTC)
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Oh, I didn't miss anything.

[Sing-song, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He whips the tail of the rope against the soft padding of Poe's toes.

There's no room for error in what he's doing right now. Every twist and knot is pre-planned. People call this rope-play, but to John? It's a mission, and he's approaching it with a strategy.

He places one hand on Poe's knee and the other on his ankle, bending his leg. Every movement of Poe's body is his to make, no matter how small. He takes a moment to admire the movement of Poe's muscle beneath his skin. Drinking in the seldom-seen underside of Poe's thigh, the swell of his hamstring, before binding Poe's ankle to his upper leg just below his ass with a figure eight of rope.

Poe can wiggle the toes of his right foot, can spread his leg outward, but that's all he can do. John gives his bared ass-cheek a slap.]


Beautiful.
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