[ Poe sets his own glass aside, ignoring BB-8’s boop of inquiry. He tugs John closer and kisses him, slipping a brush of tongue past John’s lips.
And Bee makes a noise like an electronic sigh and rolls off into the living room. ]
He knows what kissing is. [ Another, deeper kiss, the drag of teeth on lips. ] Doesn’t see the point though.
[ Poe yanks John sharply against him, wrapping one arm around the man’s waist and dipping his fingers past the top of John’s pants to brush his ass. He nips at John’s neck. ] Droids. What can you do.
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And Bee makes a noise like an electronic sigh and rolls off into the living room. ]
He knows what kissing is. [ Another, deeper kiss, the drag of teeth on lips. ] Doesn’t see the point though.
[ Poe yanks John sharply against him, wrapping one arm around the man’s waist and dipping his fingers past the top of John’s pants to brush his ass. He nips at John’s neck. ] Droids. What can you do.