[ John is so gentle. There's nothing to be afraid of here. There's no failure at the end of this if John takes everything. There's no danger, there's no betrayal. It's where Poe took him. It's where no one else has bothered to push Poe himself, not in a way that doesn't hurt.
He feels a tug at his dick as John pulls the ropes taut and ties his wrists together. He's breathing fast, telling himself over and over again that this is all right, that it's John, that it's fine. The pull of the ropes doesn't feel good this time. It feels like a rapidly dwindling window of escape.
Then John says that. Poe looks up into John's face, the warm damp of tears still on his temples even if they've stopped flowing. He's scared. There's nothing to hide from John how scared he is, not when John is so close and Poe feels so helpless. ]
Okay. [ He closes his eyes and says it again, this time more to himself. ] Okay.
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Date: 2018-03-18 11:31 pm (UTC)He feels a tug at his dick as John pulls the ropes taut and ties his wrists together. He's breathing fast, telling himself over and over again that this is all right, that it's John, that it's fine. The pull of the ropes doesn't feel good this time. It feels like a rapidly dwindling window of escape.
Then John says that. Poe looks up into John's face, the warm damp of tears still on his temples even if they've stopped flowing. He's scared. There's nothing to hide from John how scared he is, not when John is so close and Poe feels so helpless. ]
Okay. [ He closes his eyes and says it again, this time more to himself. ] Okay.
[ Deep breath, still afraid: ] I trust you.