[ Poe eases his lips and tongue back and forth over the head and length of John's cock, a little deeper each time, choking once, muscles in his throat spasming lightly at the invasion. One hand on John's thigh, the other gliding up and down John's penis as Poe moves, slicking John with spit. He uses his tongue to push John's dick up against the roof of his mouth, rolls the roughness of his palate against John's head.
He can't get enough of the feel of John's hands against his head, in his hair. He tugs lightly on John's thigh, pushing John deeper in, choking himself again, intentionally this time. He can't talk like this, not with words, he can't give himself up vocally, but he can do it with his mouth, his hands. Poe shifts his fingers from John's dick to his balls, running his thumb over the sensitive skin in the cleft between them, then dragging his nail across the same place. ]
[John's head tips back, gasping as Poe chokes him down the back of his throat, hotter and tighter than John can process. His nails scrape Poe's scalp, fingers twisting into his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, then releasing, stroking soothingly, only to twist again with the next bob of Poe's head.
Men know how to touch other men, whether or not they want to admit it. Poe's callused fingers dragging over John's thinnest, most sensitive skin make his dick jerk in Poe's mouth. He almost comes right there, just from looking down at him, and being overwhelmed by Poe's attention, and his eagerness to please. His hunger.
For once, John feels like his want has been matched.]
Stop.
[Growled low and deep from the base of his chest, because he's right there on the edge, more animal than man. John inhales through his nose, steeling himself. He wants nothing more than to empty his balls down the back of Poe's throat, but he needs to maintain control. Poe needs to know he will stay strong when Poe needs him to be strong, no matter what.]
[ Poe stops. He eases his hand away from John's balls, his mouth away from John's cock, giving the head a light suck before he lets go entirely. Then he stands up. He can feel spit slicking the corner of his mouth and reaches up to wipe it away. He's still strangely nervous, not sure he wants to be seen, not in the way he feels like John can do it.
He's breathing harder than his own exertion warrants.
He doesn't know what to do. What to say. So he stands there, hands fussing awkwardly with the hems of his jeans, then shifting to the pockets of his jacket, then back down to his sides again. ]
What should.... [ He reaches out to brush his fingertips along the side of John's cock, feeling like he should be working still. ] What else?
[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.]
[ Poe likes the feel of John's hand around his neck. He's done breathplay before. He likes it, though he rarely trusts people to do it.
He would trust John.
Poe pushes forward, pressing his own throat against the curve of John's hand so he can kiss the man. Taking that little liberty while still in John's control. ]
[He strokes the side of Poe's throat with his thumb. He likes the way his adam's apple moves beneath his hand as he speaks. Masculine. Delicate. He squeezes gently as they kiss, fiercely claiming his lips.
He doesn't pull back before speaking. Poe will feel what he says more than he hears him.]
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Date: 2018-03-03 11:50 pm (UTC)He can't get enough of the feel of John's hands against his head, in his hair. He tugs lightly on John's thigh, pushing John deeper in, choking himself again, intentionally this time. He can't talk like this, not with words, he can't give himself up vocally, but he can do it with his mouth, his hands. Poe shifts his fingers from John's dick to his balls, running his thumb over the sensitive skin in the cleft between them, then dragging his nail across the same place. ]
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Date: 2018-03-04 02:21 am (UTC)Men know how to touch other men, whether or not they want to admit it. Poe's callused fingers dragging over John's thinnest, most sensitive skin make his dick jerk in Poe's mouth. He almost comes right there, just from looking down at him, and being overwhelmed by Poe's attention, and his eagerness to please. His hunger.
For once, John feels like his want has been matched.]
Stop.
[Growled low and deep from the base of his chest, because he's right there on the edge, more animal than man. John inhales through his nose, steeling himself. He wants nothing more than to empty his balls down the back of Poe's throat, but he needs to maintain control. Poe needs to know he will stay strong when Poe needs him to be strong, no matter what.]
Stand up. I want to see you.
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Date: 2018-03-05 06:57 am (UTC)He's breathing harder than his own exertion warrants.
He doesn't know what to do. What to say. So he stands there, hands fussing awkwardly with the hems of his jeans, then shifting to the pockets of his jacket, then back down to his sides again. ]
What should.... [ He reaches out to brush his fingertips along the side of John's cock, feeling like he should be working still. ] What else?
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Date: 2018-04-14 11:17 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2018-05-20 03:08 pm (UTC)He would trust John.
Poe pushes forward, pressing his own throat against the curve of John's hand so he can kiss the man. Taking that little liberty while still in John's control. ]
Where?
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Date: 2018-06-24 04:09 am (UTC)He doesn't pull back before speaking. Poe will feel what he says more than he hears him.]
Right here.