[ The sluggish copper of blood slides into his mouth as they kiss, and like John, Poe isn't sure who it belongs to. He barely has the chance to try and kiss John back. He's dizzy, the vibrator still in him, pushing him, ramping him up. He's starting to pant by the time John throws him down, and he bites at the sheets to keep himself from whimpering.
The rough of the leather in his hole almost pushes him over the edge again. ]
Please.
[ He breathes in little gasps, the lightheadedness still there, making him feel emptied out and weightless. ]
Please.
[ His cock hurts. He's ready to bust if John will just give him the chance. Poe presses his forehead against the bed as John rolls gloved fingers over just the right spot, and Poe practically convulses under him. ]
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Date: 2018-03-31 01:43 am (UTC)The rough of the leather in his hole almost pushes him over the edge again. ]
Please.
[ He breathes in little gasps, the lightheadedness still there, making him feel emptied out and weightless. ]
Please.
[ His cock hurts. He's ready to bust if John will just give him the chance. Poe presses his forehead against the bed as John rolls gloved fingers over just the right spot, and Poe practically convulses under him. ]
Please, John. Please, please, please.