[John worries silently while Poe finds his words. Not sure wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for. Suddenly, he's unsure about everything that happened over the past hour, from the rope to him fucking Poe. Did he go too far? Mistake fear for excitement? Hurt him? His eyes search Poe's face, heart thumping in his chest.
Then he says it was good. Really good. John exhales a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and leans back to coil the rope around his arm before dropping it down onto the floor, along with the toy, powder, and anything else they'd be messing around with.]
Good. I mean, I was hoping it would feel good.
[He returns with a kiss, and a soft towel, gently rubbing Poe down from his shoulders all the way to his toes, leaving every inch of him clean and dry. Well, clean as they're going to get, without showering. He thinks about pulling Poe into the tub, but he looks so comfortable, even at peace, with where he is, and John doesn't want to ruin the moment. He grabs a pillow instead, and slides it beneath Poe's head, carefully pulling out the sweat soaked comforter from under him. He has a clean one stowed aside.
No one can say John doesn't think ahead.]
Do you need anything? PJ's? Water? Advil? Me to shut up?
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Date: 2018-04-02 02:56 am (UTC)Then he says it was good. Really good. John exhales a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and leans back to coil the rope around his arm before dropping it down onto the floor, along with the toy, powder, and anything else they'd be messing around with.]
Good. I mean, I was hoping it would feel good.
[He returns with a kiss, and a soft towel, gently rubbing Poe down from his shoulders all the way to his toes, leaving every inch of him clean and dry. Well, clean as they're going to get, without showering. He thinks about pulling Poe into the tub, but he looks so comfortable, even at peace, with where he is, and John doesn't want to ruin the moment. He grabs a pillow instead, and slides it beneath Poe's head, carefully pulling out the sweat soaked comforter from under him. He has a clean one stowed aside.
No one can say John doesn't think ahead.]
Do you need anything? PJ's? Water? Advil? Me to shut up?