[So much for platonic. John sighs against Poe's mouth, his hands rubbing up and down his sides before settling on his shoulders. They're such good shoulders.
John likes the kissing. The touching. The biting. The attention. He soaks it up, greedy, taking all he can get while he can get it. War makes a man shortsighted. nothing matters but the next second, next minute, and it's anyone's guess if you'll even make it to the next hour, so why worry? Chances are it's all FUBAR anyway.
Rough fingers grip at the muscle of Poe's upper back, digging into his neck, twisting and pulling at his hair. He moves his hips against Poe's hips, denim sanding away at denim, and groans low in his throat.]
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Date: 2018-02-24 02:58 am (UTC)[So much for platonic. John sighs against Poe's mouth, his hands rubbing up and down his sides before settling on his shoulders. They're such good shoulders.
John likes the kissing. The touching. The biting. The attention. He soaks it up, greedy, taking all he can get while he can get it. War makes a man shortsighted. nothing matters but the next second, next minute, and it's anyone's guess if you'll even make it to the next hour, so why worry? Chances are it's all FUBAR anyway.
Rough fingers grip at the muscle of Poe's upper back, digging into his neck, twisting and pulling at his hair. He moves his hips against Poe's hips, denim sanding away at denim, and groans low in his throat.]
You must've really liked that dim-sum—