[ This time, Poe tries to focus on the feeling of the ropes and John's hands. He watches John's face until the man looks away, and then closes his eyes again.
It's easier to relax with them shut. It's easier to drift into the feeling of pressure on his abdomen where John straddles him, his dick where the ropes wind around it, the tracery of silk over his body. The steady slide of the ropes across his arms, each bit of applied pressure sending an odd little jolt through him as John finishes a knot.
The tension eases out of him.
By the time John finishes he feels like his whole body is humming, like he's laying on top of a the casing of a repulsor engine in the sun. It's a drunk, drifting feeling. John speaking is almost a shock.
Poe shifts like a man waking up, the pressure of the ropes holding him in place as he tries to stretch. Silk on his stomach, silk pulling at his arms, the friction of silk around his dick.
He just looks at John for several seconds, sorting out the man's words in his head. ]
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It's easier to relax with them shut. It's easier to drift into the feeling of pressure on his abdomen where John straddles him, his dick where the ropes wind around it, the tracery of silk over his body. The steady slide of the ropes across his arms, each bit of applied pressure sending an odd little jolt through him as John finishes a knot.
The tension eases out of him.
By the time John finishes he feels like his whole body is humming, like he's laying on top of a the casing of a repulsor engine in the sun. It's a drunk, drifting feeling. John speaking is almost a shock.
Poe shifts like a man waking up, the pressure of the ropes holding him in place as he tries to stretch. Silk on his stomach, silk pulling at his arms, the friction of silk around his dick.
He just looks at John for several seconds, sorting out the man's words in his head. ]
So do you.