[John drags his thumb over Poe's lower lip, wiping that streak of saliva away. Poe might not want to be seen, but John's looking at him, and he likes what he sees. Flushed cheeks. Wet mouth. Dark eyes, and the heat burning behind them.
He can't help but wonder if Poe knows he takes peoples breath away. John knows he's not the only one. You only have to be near Poe to be pulled into his orbit. He's magnetic. Special, in some way John's always wanted to be, but never has.
Not until Poe made him feel that way. Even if it was only the one time.
John wants to feel that way again. Needs to. He's lonely, and greedy, and Poe is unfortunate enough to have met him.
His hand drags down to the base of Poe's throat, settles there, heavy, before pulling him close. So they're toe to toe. Chest to chest. Eye to eye.
One whispered order passing from his lips to Poe's.]
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He can't help but wonder if Poe knows he takes peoples breath away. John knows he's not the only one. You only have to be near Poe to be pulled into his orbit. He's magnetic. Special, in some way John's always wanted to be, but never has.
Not until Poe made him feel that way. Even if it was only the one time.
John wants to feel that way again. Needs to. He's lonely, and greedy, and Poe is unfortunate enough to have met him.
His hand drags down to the base of Poe's throat, settles there, heavy, before pulling him close. So they're toe to toe. Chest to chest. Eye to eye.
One whispered order passing from his lips to Poe's.]
Fuck me.