[Feeling the way Poe went soft and still beneath him makes John's heart skip a beat. It's the first time he's felt like Poe's really relaxed tonight.
John smiles, grazing his thumb over Poe's lower lip.]
Wait for me.
[Not that Poe has a choice. He's fully restrained, now. Helpless. The more he struggles, the tighter the ropes will slip, and the harder they'll rub.
He climbs down off the bed, boots hitting the floor with a thump.
John bought more than just rope. There's a black duffel bag beneath the bed, the same bag he uses to bring gear to and from work. Tools are tools. Poe won't be able to see John from where he's lying, but he'll recognize the sound of the thick metal zipper by ear.
It's John's instinct to rush back to Poe, to check on him and make sure he's alright, not too uncomfortable, but he resists. Takes his time lubing up the long, chrome vibrator he bought specifically to this purpose.
Still, John can't resist singing up to him, feeling more and more excited by the second. The hair on the back of his arms is standing on end. The apprehension is killing him.]
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Date: 2018-03-19 01:07 am (UTC)John smiles, grazing his thumb over Poe's lower lip.]
Wait for me.
[Not that Poe has a choice. He's fully restrained, now. Helpless. The more he struggles, the tighter the ropes will slip, and the harder they'll rub.
He climbs down off the bed, boots hitting the floor with a thump.
John bought more than just rope. There's a black duffel bag beneath the bed, the same bag he uses to bring gear to and from work. Tools are tools. Poe won't be able to see John from where he's lying, but he'll recognize the sound of the thick metal zipper by ear.
It's John's instinct to rush back to Poe, to check on him and make sure he's alright, not too uncomfortable, but he resists. Takes his time lubing up the long, chrome vibrator he bought specifically to this purpose.
Still, John can't resist singing up to him, feeling more and more excited by the second. The hair on the back of his arms is standing on end. The apprehension is killing him.]
How you doing up there, Dameron?