[ His skin still feels hot. John's kisses are like little cool spots, freckles of cold rain across his body. When John takes Poe's dick in his mouth Poe groans, ready to beg for mercy if he has to.
He doesn't have to. John cleans him up, gently, and goes back to work, just as gently.
Poe's instinct is to gasp for breath when the ropes around his ribcage go slack. He doesn't, obeying John's orders, eyes on John's face. One, two. One, two. ]
You're beautiful. [ His voice is hoarse. He wants to reach out and touch John's face, the silver at his temples. He still can't move his arms.
Even if he could touch John, Poe isn't sure he has the strength to do it. He feels like he could fall asleep right here, sweat and all. ]
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:31 am (UTC)He doesn't have to. John cleans him up, gently, and goes back to work, just as gently.
Poe's instinct is to gasp for breath when the ropes around his ribcage go slack. He doesn't, obeying John's orders, eyes on John's face. One, two. One, two. ]
You're beautiful. [ His voice is hoarse. He wants to reach out and touch John's face, the silver at his temples. He still can't move his arms.
Even if he could touch John, Poe isn't sure he has the strength to do it. He feels like he could fall asleep right here, sweat and all. ]