[ 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: 2018-03-05 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.