[John sits back on his heels, the mattress buckling beneath his booted feet.
He doesn't let go of Poe's arms, though. His thumbs stroke over the soft underside of Poe's bicep, smooth and hairless. The skin there is almost delicate, turned inwards for a reason. To protect arteries. The human body is a beautiful thing, and John was trained to exploit it long before the concept of ropes crossed his mind.
John looks down into Poe's eyes, connecting.]
Do you remember what you did to me?
[For a moment, John feels a flicker of fear in his gut. What if Poe doesn't? What if it hadn't meant anything to him, and he'd just been playing? Pushing John's buttons because he could, just to see what would happen? John doesn't want to think that's what it was. Can't believe it, even for a second. Even if it were true. It would hurt too much to know his struggle, his vulnerability, his tears were just for Poe's amusement.]
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Date: 2018-03-18 04:43 am (UTC)[John sits back on his heels, the mattress buckling beneath his booted feet.
He doesn't let go of Poe's arms, though. His thumbs stroke over the soft underside of Poe's bicep, smooth and hairless. The skin there is almost delicate, turned inwards for a reason. To protect arteries. The human body is a beautiful thing, and John was trained to exploit it long before the concept of ropes crossed his mind.
John looks down into Poe's eyes, connecting.]
Do you remember what you did to me?
[For a moment, John feels a flicker of fear in his gut. What if Poe doesn't? What if it hadn't meant anything to him, and he'd just been playing? Pushing John's buttons because he could, just to see what would happen? John doesn't want to think that's what it was. Can't believe it, even for a second. Even if it were true. It would hurt too much to know his struggle, his vulnerability, his tears were just for Poe's amusement.]