[ Line by line, knot by knot, the whisper of rope against skin settles Poe's nerves while the ache of his cock stays as a steady throbbing between his legs. His legs themselves are starting to tremor, little shivers of muscle against the silk. It's tiring to hold them close enough that his dick doesn't serve as their anchor.
Poe closes his eyes and breathes in sharply at the feeling of John's gloved hands tracing over his skin, every hitch of the ropes against them. The tag and pull of leather and silk, then leather again on bare skin. Then John has his elbows over his head, held down, and Poe snaps back to the present.
He doesn't want to want this.
The tremors in Poe's legs have traveled up to his abdomen, as he arches, trying to fight John's weight. He pushes back against John's grip on his arms, but the other man has him at a profound disadvantage.
And every time he arches, the ropes pull around that arrow of his, until Poe makes a whispered noise of pain. ]
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Date: 2018-03-18 04:31 am (UTC)Poe closes his eyes and breathes in sharply at the feeling of John's gloved hands tracing over his skin, every hitch of the ropes against them. The tag and pull of leather and silk, then leather again on bare skin. Then John has his elbows over his head, held down, and Poe snaps back to the present.
He doesn't want to want this.
The tremors in Poe's legs have traveled up to his abdomen, as he arches, trying to fight John's weight. He pushes back against John's grip on his arms, but the other man has him at a profound disadvantage.
And every time he arches, the ropes pull around that arrow of his, until Poe makes a whispered noise of pain. ]
John. Stop.