[John hauls Poe up by the ropes around his chest, kissing him savagely. Poe's tongue doesn't need to cooperate. John bites and sucks at his mouth, tastes the soft of his inner cheek, dragging his tongue over the cut of Poe's teeth. There's a tang of blood, and he's not sure whose it is. Doesn't care, either way.
He's seen and heard Poe buckle, bend, and nearly break. It's almost enough, but not quite. John twists Poe around, throwing him facedown into the bed. He's even more helpless on his front than his back. His gloved hands drag from Poe's clinched elbows down the sides of his body, teasing over the swollen skin peeking from between ropes, and catching on the ropes themselves. Down, down, until he's grabbing at Poe's hips, then squeezing at and spreading his cheeks, split by the rope, vibrator still buzzing noisily in his hole.
John pulls it out, finally, sliding his gloved fingers over his swollen entrance and taint, glossy with lube and sweat. He leans down over Poe, one hand braced on the bed beside his head, and bites the back of his neck, hard enough to bruise.
Then growls in his ear. Leather coated fingers still pushing, pressing, invading as he breathes in Poe's sweat and the scent of his hair.]
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Date: 2018-03-31 12:32 am (UTC)He's seen and heard Poe buckle, bend, and nearly break. It's almost enough, but not quite. John twists Poe around, throwing him facedown into the bed. He's even more helpless on his front than his back. His gloved hands drag from Poe's clinched elbows down the sides of his body, teasing over the swollen skin peeking from between ropes, and catching on the ropes themselves. Down, down, until he's grabbing at Poe's hips, then squeezing at and spreading his cheeks, split by the rope, vibrator still buzzing noisily in his hole.
John pulls it out, finally, sliding his gloved fingers over his swollen entrance and taint, glossy with lube and sweat. He leans down over Poe, one hand braced on the bed beside his head, and bites the back of his neck, hard enough to bruise.
Then growls in his ear. Leather coated fingers still pushing, pressing, invading as he breathes in Poe's sweat and the scent of his hair.]
Beg me to fuck you, and I just might.