[Poe comes, and John forgets to breathe. He's as wrapped up in the moment as Poe is. Couldn't look away from him if he tried. He's breathtaking, every muscle straining against the ropes, all that strength, and he's helpless to do anything but shudder, and cry John's name. The sound of Poe's voice, torn from his throat like that, raw and unhinged, makes John's head buzz and his belly roll.
He hears his own voice, pitched low, thick and gravelled to his own ears.]
I don't want to wait.
[He digs deeper with the vibrator, presses hard, and gives Poe's tied balls a gentle, pulsing squeeze at the same time. They're so heavy in his hand, his cock redder and harder than ever, held rigid by the rope, just a little semen leaking from the tip. He can come from his prostate, and the way John is fucking him with the toy, but his dick is hostage until John sees fit to release it.]
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He hears his own voice, pitched low, thick and gravelled to his own ears.]
I don't want to wait.
[He digs deeper with the vibrator, presses hard, and gives Poe's tied balls a gentle, pulsing squeeze at the same time. They're so heavy in his hand, his cock redder and harder than ever, held rigid by the rope, just a little semen leaking from the tip. He can come from his prostate, and the way John is fucking him with the toy, but his dick is hostage until John sees fit to release it.]