[ The flick doesn't actually hurt. Stings a little, but doesn't properly hurt. And there's something weirdly attractive about the practiced way John does it.
He lets John move him, curious now more than afraid. At least until John makes that second tie. That's when it really registers that he's on his back, being willingly(ish) trussed up.
And he wants it.
He likes it.
The slip of rope over skin. The careful attention John gives to each movement, like a one-sided dance. Poe closes his eyes, breath tremoring a little.
He's seen John helpless. He's not sure what to do with the idea that he might want that for himself.
Instead he tugs at the binding, trying to see if it will loosen, trying to see if he can move in any way other than the one he's been allowed. It doesn't work.
He digs his hands into the bed, squirming, then trying to sit up.
Apparently he can't resist a fight, no matter how futile. ]
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Date: 2018-03-17 10:15 pm (UTC)[ The flick doesn't actually hurt. Stings a little, but doesn't properly hurt. And there's something weirdly attractive about the practiced way John does it.
He lets John move him, curious now more than afraid. At least until John makes that second tie. That's when it really registers that he's on his back, being willingly(ish) trussed up.
And he wants it.
He likes it.
The slip of rope over skin. The careful attention John gives to each movement, like a one-sided dance. Poe closes his eyes, breath tremoring a little.
He's seen John helpless. He's not sure what to do with the idea that he might want that for himself.
Instead he tugs at the binding, trying to see if it will loosen, trying to see if he can move in any way other than the one he's been allowed. It doesn't work.
He digs his hands into the bed, squirming, then trying to sit up.
Apparently he can't resist a fight, no matter how futile. ]