[John doesn't know what Poe is. Some days he's an easygoing pilot and friend to all, a role John is intrinsically familiar with, and others he's a broken down rebel, fighting tooth and nail for a hopeless cause. There's more to him than that. John knows, because there's more to him, too, and they're not so different. Poe's seen the side of himself he doesn't show anyone, more than once, as of this night.
He bites Poe's lower lip hard enough to taste blood, punishing him, at the same time as he strokes him through his jeans. He pops the button, yanks his fly down, and goes for skin, wrapping his callused fingers around Poe's dick and pulling it out from his pants. No hiding.]
Do you know how crazy you drive me?
[A harsh whisper into Poe's ear as he jerks him, as if Poe's holding out on him, trying to keep some of that hardness to himself when John wants it all. John won't let him. Usually, John is all give, receptive to what Poe likes, and how he likes it, easy, because that's the man he's become in the face of great difficult, but it's not fair that Poe gets to strip him down to the skin and leave him shaking, scared, and vulnerable, while he hides behind his own shield.
It's not fair that Poe makes John reach for him, like he hasn't reached for anyone since his Lisa left, and then keeps stepping back. It hurts.]
Because you're going to find out.
[Big talk, but John's made a career of winning when the odds are against him. He can live off scraps, and he's used to working with nothing, or less than nothing, to turn the tides of war. Hail mary.
Maybe he's been trying to do too much with what Poe's given him, pieces of affection, slices of attention, a solid fuck when he has the time, or inclination. John's found himself knee deep in a battle he doesn't understand, fighting for something that might be even more impossible than winning the war against the Wraith, or Empire. Poe's never asked him to fight for him. Until now, John wasn't sure he even wanted him here.
Now that he does, or thinks he does, John finally has ammunition. The tides have changed.
John thumbs the wet of Poe's dick around the head, slicking him, teasing him with callused fingertips and just a hint of nail digging into sensitive skin. Then he stops, undoes the front of his own pants, releasing his own erection, and rubs it against Poe's.
He stops again. Draws back to look at Poe with eyes gone cool, and sharp, with all the confidence of a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain.]
You're going to get on your knees, you're going to suck me, and you're going to fuck me like I've been waiting for you to fuck me since the last time you came over.
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Date: 2018-02-24 06:54 pm (UTC)He bites Poe's lower lip hard enough to taste blood, punishing him, at the same time as he strokes him through his jeans. He pops the button, yanks his fly down, and goes for skin, wrapping his callused fingers around Poe's dick and pulling it out from his pants. No hiding.]
Do you know how crazy you drive me?
[A harsh whisper into Poe's ear as he jerks him, as if Poe's holding out on him, trying to keep some of that hardness to himself when John wants it all. John won't let him. Usually, John is all give, receptive to what Poe likes, and how he likes it, easy, because that's the man he's become in the face of great difficult, but it's not fair that Poe gets to strip him down to the skin and leave him shaking, scared, and vulnerable, while he hides behind his own shield.
It's not fair that Poe makes John reach for him, like he hasn't reached for anyone since his Lisa left, and then keeps stepping back. It hurts.]
Because you're going to find out.
[Big talk, but John's made a career of winning when the odds are against him. He can live off scraps, and he's used to working with nothing, or less than nothing, to turn the tides of war. Hail mary.
Maybe he's been trying to do too much with what Poe's given him, pieces of affection, slices of attention, a solid fuck when he has the time, or inclination. John's found himself knee deep in a battle he doesn't understand, fighting for something that might be even more impossible than winning the war against the Wraith, or Empire. Poe's never asked him to fight for him. Until now, John wasn't sure he even wanted him here.
Now that he does, or thinks he does, John finally has ammunition. The tides have changed.
John thumbs the wet of Poe's dick around the head, slicking him, teasing him with callused fingertips and just a hint of nail digging into sensitive skin. Then he stops, undoes the front of his own pants, releasing his own erection, and rubs it against Poe's.
He stops again. Draws back to look at Poe with eyes gone cool, and sharp, with all the confidence of a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain.]
You're going to get on your knees, you're going to suck me, and you're going to fuck me like I've been waiting for you to fuck me since the last time you came over.
Don't make me ask twice.