[ It's John's turn to take Poe off-guard. The rawness of the kiss, the hunger and the force of it, burn through his sense of control like a dropped blowtorch through delicate wires.
When John let's him go, Poe is half-hard himself, and he has to take a second to rest his face against the curve of John's neck. There's a sense of safety that comes with taking John in hand. He has to keep a hold of himself, he has to stay focused. But god, that one kiss, and it all comes undone.
He has no idea what he was going to say next, if there was anything he wanted to say at all. He's winded, heart pounding, and the goal of getting John off with kisses alone has slid down a peg on his list of priorities.
Poe bites John's neck, hard enough to pretend what he says is a command instead of a plea. ] Do that again.
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Date: 2018-02-24 05:02 am (UTC)When John let's him go, Poe is half-hard himself, and he has to take a second to rest his face against the curve of John's neck. There's a sense of safety that comes with taking John in hand. He has to keep a hold of himself, he has to stay focused. But god, that one kiss, and it all comes undone.
He has no idea what he was going to say next, if there was anything he wanted to say at all. He's winded, heart pounding, and the goal of getting John off with kisses alone has slid down a peg on his list of priorities.
Poe bites John's neck, hard enough to pretend what he says is a command instead of a plea. ] Do that again.