[The cool tip of the vibrator traces the curve of Poe's ass, then follows the line of rope splitting his cheeks to the underside of his bound balls. John teases it beneath the rope, pressing the vibrating shaft against Poe's taint.]
I don't get to see you from this angle very often.
[Usually it's Poe folding John's legs up or under him, fucking him from on top, the side, or behind. John loves Poe inside of him, he really does, but he sees more of him this way. Parts of Poe that are usually hidden, and don't get as much attention when they're coupling.]
I like it.
[He plucks the rope away from Poe's ass with one hand, twisting it around two fingers, adding more tension to every knot, and drags the vibrator lower, until it's humming against Poe's hole. The chrome is smooth and sleek, already slick with lube, and John knows Poe's body well enough to know he can take it.
Not that he's rushing. He's happy just to watch Poe's face for a moment.]
[ Poe twitches upward, a little involuntary motion at the pressure of the vibrator against his taint, then again at the draw of the knots against his skin, limbs pulled tighter into their assigned positions.
He likes it. He likes it a lot. He's never done much with ropes--patience, again--let alone been on the receiving end. He didn't think he'd like it. At best he thought he'd be indifferent. But he likes it. There's no question of what to do or how to act. There's nothing he can do.
Poe licks his lips. He's going to try for something witty, something cavalier, but then John has the vibrator just so and he gives a full-bodied shudder instead.
He still can't let go. There's still that prick of fear, in his gut, in his mind, that he's on the verge of giving away something he won't be able to get back. ]
[John doesn't need to touch himself. Just watching Poe is almost enough. He's hard, of course, but delaying that gratification just serves to makes every minute tremble and quiet gasp that much more arousing.
He presses the vibrator into Poe, slowly, drawing wide circles with every inch that disappears into his body, stretching him out as he goes. John could have used his fingers first, as they almost always do, but he wants this to be different. Unique to this moment.
His eyes stay on Poe's face, hungry for his reactions. John really is doing this for him. Dominating him like this is both selfish and selfless. He wants to take this territory for himself, but none of it means anything if Poe doesn't want him to take it just as badly.
When Poe had been touching him, driving him to orgasm again and again, John had begged for him to stop, but he'd always known in his heart, and his gut, what he really wanted, which was for Poe to push his borders, and touch places of John no one's touched. Parts of him that were still clean, and unscarred.
John leans down, and wraps his lips around the head of Poe's cock, humming in tune with the vibrator.]
[ Poe arches slowly, like that somehow will help him escape the pressure of the vibrator, the pressure building in his abdomen, the slow unraveling of his defenses. His muscles tighten against the ropes. He pushes, then strains, drifting toward blankness, edging onto the verge and staying there, bucking a little with each pass of the vibrator over just the right spot.
Then John takes Poe's dick in his mouth and Poe shudders again. Forces himself down from that arch, muscles shaking, each tremor sending a ripple of heat through the rest of him. When he's sure John will follow, will keep his lips on Poe's head, he pushes upward again, trying to slide is cock farther into John's mouth. ]
[Poe tries to fuck his mouth, and John pulls back. That's not the way this works, and Poe's going to learn the hard way. Pun intended.
He looks up at Poe, licking his lips. Eyes narrowed with amusement.]
Bad. You're spoiled, you know that? Always used to getting what you want.
[He drags a gloved fingertip along the length of Poe's erection, and gives the underside of the head a light flick. Watches it bounce, straining against the ropes, his balls held high and tight against his body. Swollen to bursting. Poe's dick might be a little chilly after the warmth of John's mouth, wet with saliva in the slightly cool room. He deserves it.]
This isn't about what you want.
[John stirs the vibrator almost lazily, one or twice, then presses it up into Poe hard and deep without warning, aiming for the spot that makes Poe's toes curl and his jaw go slack. Watching his face as he does it.
He wants to take Poe apart like a gun, to hold him in pieces, and put him back together again. Carefully, at first, memorizing how everything breaks down and builds up, and then with such familiarity he could do it with his eyes closed. That's what John wants. To know Poe like that.]
[ Poe shivers, aggravated both by John's withdrawal and how right he is. He is used to getting what he wants. He feels ready to bust and it's starting to hurt and that steady hum inside him isn't--
John gets what he wants. Poe bucks, making a desperate noise as the vibrator connects and sends him tumbling over the edge, into a full-body white-hot reaction that makes the world around him disappear, makes it all dissolve except the pressure inside him. The extension of John's hand. He moans John's name, says it again, strains against the ropes and comes hard.
It all disappears. The room, the ropes. Poe cries out, a wordless noise, while his body jerks and his hips try to roll in spite of the being pinned down. Mouth open, head thrown back, wrapped up in the feeling. The vibrator is still there, still pressing hard as he starts to come down and into the aftershocks, and Poe can feel himself building again. He struggles against the ropes, determined not to beg, not yet, not this easily, not this soon.
He wants to say what's it about he wants to say what do you want, and instead he says: ] John, wait--
[Poe comes, and John forgets to breathe. He's as wrapped up in the moment as Poe is. Couldn't look away from him if he tried. He's breathtaking, every muscle straining against the ropes, all that strength, and he's helpless to do anything but shudder, and cry John's name. The sound of Poe's voice, torn from his throat like that, raw and unhinged, makes John's head buzz and his belly roll.
He hears his own voice, pitched low, thick and gravelled to his own ears.]
I don't want to wait.
[He digs deeper with the vibrator, presses hard, and gives Poe's tied balls a gentle, pulsing squeeze at the same time. They're so heavy in his hand, his cock redder and harder than ever, held rigid by the rope, just a little semen leaking from the tip. He can come from his prostate, and the way John is fucking him with the toy, but his dick is hostage until John sees fit to release it.]
[ He's never felt a helplessness this pure. He can't do anything. Say anything. Fight. He tries. He thrashes, he swears, he tries to close his legs and roll onto his side, but John's got his hand around Poe's balls and he was half-gone before that hard thrust from the vibrator.
The electricity of aftershocks giving way to a rolling thunder of sensation. He arches, pushing up with his elbows, muscles bowing hard. He cries out again, a loud, sharp, Fuck, then he's gone. If he says anything (he does, he curses in three languages, he moans John's name then says it like a swear word itself), he doesn't hear it. There's a ringing in his ears. The pleasure is so molten that there's no room in him for anything else. It rumbles through him, tears him up, and then he's laying on the bed again, sweating through the sheets and gasping while his body shivers with the memory of it.
Poe swallows, hazy and high with adrenaline and endorphins. There's a joke hovering at the edge of his mind, I think I pulled something, but he can't get his tongue to cooperate enough to voice it. ]
[John hauls Poe up by the ropes around his chest, kissing him savagely. Poe's tongue doesn't need to cooperate. John bites and sucks at his mouth, tastes the soft of his inner cheek, dragging his tongue over the cut of Poe's teeth. There's a tang of blood, and he's not sure whose it is. Doesn't care, either way.
He's seen and heard Poe buckle, bend, and nearly break. It's almost enough, but not quite. John twists Poe around, throwing him facedown into the bed. He's even more helpless on his front than his back. His gloved hands drag from Poe's clinched elbows down the sides of his body, teasing over the swollen skin peeking from between ropes, and catching on the ropes themselves. Down, down, until he's grabbing at Poe's hips, then squeezing at and spreading his cheeks, split by the rope, vibrator still buzzing noisily in his hole.
John pulls it out, finally, sliding his gloved fingers over his swollen entrance and taint, glossy with lube and sweat. He leans down over Poe, one hand braced on the bed beside his head, and bites the back of his neck, hard enough to bruise.
Then growls in his ear. Leather coated fingers still pushing, pressing, invading as he breathes in Poe's sweat and the scent of his hair.]
[ The sluggish copper of blood slides into his mouth as they kiss, and like John, Poe isn't sure who it belongs to. He barely has the chance to try and kiss John back. He's dizzy, the vibrator still in him, pushing him, ramping him up. He's starting to pant by the time John throws him down, and he bites at the sheets to keep himself from whimpering.
The rough of the leather in his hole almost pushes him over the edge again. ]
Please.
[ He breathes in little gasps, the lightheadedness still there, making him feel emptied out and weightless. ]
Please.
[ His cock hurts. He's ready to bust if John will just give him the chance. Poe presses his forehead against the bed as John rolls gloved fingers over just the right spot, and Poe practically convulses under him. ]
[John yanks Poe's head back by the hair, tasting the submission on his lips. It's so much sweeter than he could ever have imagined. Poe, in his softness, and vulnerability, is so goddamn beautiful it hurts. He can't say no. Would never say no to anything Poe asks, if he asks it like that.]
Okay. Okay, babe. Since you asked so nicely.
[He pulls his fingers away from the cleft of Poe's ass, giving one cheek a rough, possessive squeeze. This is his. All of it. Just in case Poe needs a reminder.
Leaning back, away from him, is a herculean effort. John pulls his gloves off, tossing them on the bed somewhere above Poe's head. His shirt goes next. Poe will hear the pop of the top button of his BDUs, followed by a zip.
One hand on his dick, the other hauling up Poe's hips by the rope, he lines himself up. Presses inside of him all at once, into slick, smooth heat that makes John groan. He drapes himself over Poe's back, pelvis meeting his ass with a firm slap of skin against skin, once, then twice, setting a rough rhythm. He kisses the side of Poe's face, his temple, his brow, anywhere he can get to, breathing hot against Poe's ear.
Fucking him like he's been aching to fuck him all night.]
[ Poe is practically limp in John's grip as the man pulls his head back, kissing him back with his eyes closed, body humming, already exhausted. He lays with his cheek on the bed while John undresses, relief its own kind of drug.
When John pushes into hims he lurches, still tender, sensitive almost to the point of pain. He's nothing but nerve endings, feeling the pressure of John's body through the pattern of ropes, feeling his kisses like electric shocks against delicate skin. The slackness in him fades with every plunge, muscles tensing up again, and this time he actually does whimper, the sound not much more than an exhalation.
John says You're perfect, and Poe wants to say No I'm not.
He's not, he's not, he's anything but.
He's vanishing, fading into the feeling winding up inside him like a corkscrew being pushed past its last turn, stripping away his last sense of himself. Every anxiety, every worry, every responsibility, driven out of his head and into nothingness.
Poe wants John's hand on him as much as he wants John inside of him. ]
Touch me. [ He gasps it out, realizes at once that it's not enough to just ask. Not like that. ] Please.
[ A thrust, the heady press of John's dick, and Poe thrashes involuntarily in the ropes. He's losing his grip, what was left of it. He tilts his head back and whines deep in his throat. ] God, please.
[John's free hand snakes down over Poe's chest, his belly, between his legs. He wraps his fingers around Poe's dick, squeezing, then goes lower. Uncoils the knot around Poe's balls, which gives him so slack to free the shaft of Poe's dick from its rope sheath.]
You're welcome.
[He kisses Poe's ear, soft, punctuated by the roll of his hips. Poe's everything, right now. There's nothing beyond the sound of his voice, warmth of his body, scent of his skin, or taste of his sweat. If a world exists outside of this room, it can wait. For once, John's focus isn't on the future, or the past. Only what's now, and who he's with.
John sees Poe's necklace from the corner of his eye, pressing his cheek against Poe's shoulder, rocking into him, slower, deeper, in time to the stroke of his hand. He doesn't just want Poe to come. He's already came, at least three times, by John's count. He wants him to fly. He doesn't know if he's skilled enough to make that happen, if he was strong enough, with the ropes, or himself, for Poe to really let go, but if he even gets close? John will consider it a win.
Poe always holds out for John to come first. Not this time. John rubs his thumb over the tip of Poe's dick, twisting the ropes in his other hand, pulling Poe harder, closer, against himself, adding pressure to every twist and knot.
Poe's trapped in John's web, on John's terms. His surrender is unconditional.]
[ The sudden freedom rolls through him along and with it comes another wave of relief. He breathes out a thank you, then another, then another as John fucks him deep and steady and slides his hand over Poe's length. Sweat trails in livewire tracks across his skin. He feels stretched to the point of snapping, like the moment John lets go he'll break in two.
He could exist suspended in this place for as long as John will let him, but John doesn't want that. He drags Poe in, presses down on his head, orders him to come. The drag of the ropes against his skin sets him on fire, the drag of it against his hips, his arms, his neck, every line like a brand against Poe's skin. Then John punches into Poe again, and he's gone. He breaks in John's grip, arching again, soundless, mouth open.
It's so much worse and so much better this time, a convulsive pleasure that erases any conscious thought. He's a flashfire of sensation, busting against John's hand and into the sheets. Even after he stops bucking, it goes on, blinding him, leaving him in a pool against the sheets as his muscles tremor and the knots of John's handiwork press into his skin. The ropes feel like the only thing holding him together. He's stardust, nothing but stardust and John's name. ]
[Poe comes, convulsing, spilling hot over John's hand. Seeing him, hearing him, feeling him around and beneath him, sends John over the edge. John comes with a sound somewhere between a gasp and a growl, grinding his hips down into Poe's ass, fucking as deep into him as he can, the animal instinct to fill, and mark his territory, so powerful he can't think until he's spent.
John lays against him for a moment, his full weight on Poe's back, breathing raggedly, Poe's softening dick still in hand. He kisses Poe's shoulder and neck, slowly, carefully, pulling out. Tucking himself back into his pants. John's job isn't over yet.
Moving to his knees behind Poe, he gently follows the network of silk, slippery with sweat, to the first knot on Poe's foot. With his fingers now, no gloves, he begins the careful process of unraveling him. Just as slowly, and skillfully, as he first tied Poe up, but with even more reverence.
He unbinds Poe's foot, leans down, and kisses the sole.]
[ He feels the ropes fall away from his foot, then his leg, and his muscles start to cramp. Poe makes a quiet, pained noise, too tired, too emptied out to do anything but lay in his sweat and come as John frees him, little by little. He feels like his ears are ringing, like his whole body is ringing, like he's drifting somewhere just outside of it all, the pain as distant as everything else.
Maybe this is what the Force feels like.
He should say something. He can't. There are tears on his face again, and he's not sure whether they're from the release of tensed muscles or exhaustion or something else.
All Poe wants to think about is John's hands on him, on the knots, on the slow unraveling of the bindings. It's like coming back to the real world after being away. ]
[John rubs the circulation back into Poe's calf with both hands, kneading into taut muscle with hard fingers and thumbs. Getting the blood moving. The rope leaves red indentations on Poe's skin, like tattoos. A spiderweb of bruises.
One leg released, then the other, stretched back out for the first time in nearly in an hour. John kisses both knees, thighs, and hips. He's quiet in concentration. Unwinding. Untying. Unbinding. He flips Poe over onto his back, kneeling between his legs to continue working. Silk sliding softly over sweat slick skin as the tension eases in small increments, slowly, but surely.
Soon enough, Poe's hips are free, his dick lying soft against the dark thatch of his pubes and lower belly. John shifts back, lifts it with one hand, wraps his lips around it, sucks him clean. Licking the mess away from his lower belly, he starts on the master knot at the centre of the ropes constricting Poe's torso like a second ribcage taut.
With a twist of his fingers, Poe can breathe again.]
Slow, easy breaths. Slow, or you're going to get a stitch. [John inhales, sets the example.] One. Two.
[ His skin still feels hot. John's kisses are like little cool spots, freckles of cold rain across his body. When John takes Poe's dick in his mouth Poe groans, ready to beg for mercy if he has to.
He doesn't have to. John cleans him up, gently, and goes back to work, just as gently.
Poe's instinct is to gasp for breath when the ropes around his ribcage go slack. He doesn't, obeying John's orders, eyes on John's face. One, two. One, two. ]
You're beautiful. [ His voice is hoarse. He wants to reach out and touch John's face, the silver at his temples. He still can't move his arms.
Even if he could touch John, Poe isn't sure he has the strength to do it. He feels like he could fall asleep right here, sweat and all. ]
[He smiles up at him, the corners of his eyes creasing, tags dangling against Poe's chest as he leans up to begin unbinding his arms. Wrists first, then elbows. John holds Poe's hands above his head, interlocking their fingers, and leans in to kiss him softly on the mouth.]
So are you.
[John kisses down Poe's throat to the base of his neck, lips skimming the chain of his necklace. Lets go of Poe's hands, to slide his hands down Poe's sweaty arms to his shoulders and the last lashings of rope.
He works his fingers beneath the rope framing his chest, pushing it up over his pectorals, loosening knots until the silk falls away. John massages Poe's shoulders, looking down into his eyes.]
[ Poe has to think about that one. His lips part; he searches for the right words. His muscles are still tremoring, aching like he's been running up mountainsides and climbing his way down. He's one big bruise. His body hums, shuddering occasionally with remembered pleasure. He's exhausted, as exhausted as he's ever been in his life.
He's also... calm.
Lifting an arm is a herculean effort. He lets his hand fall against John's neck, moving his thumb in tiny circles against John's skin.
He's calm. Purely, genuinely calm. There hasn't been a moment in the past few months--the past few years--like this. It's the feeling he associates with his small room on Yavin 4, with the early morning sounds of the jungle or a late night view of familiar stars.
Poe studies John's face, wanting to kiss him, too tired to lift his head. ]
[John worries silently while Poe finds his words. Not sure wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for. Suddenly, he's unsure about everything that happened over the past hour, from the rope to him fucking Poe. Did he go too far? Mistake fear for excitement? Hurt him? His eyes search Poe's face, heart thumping in his chest.
Then he says it was good. Really good. John exhales a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and leans back to coil the rope around his arm before dropping it down onto the floor, along with the toy, powder, and anything else they'd be messing around with.]
Good. I mean, I was hoping it would feel good.
[He returns with a kiss, and a soft towel, gently rubbing Poe down from his shoulders all the way to his toes, leaving every inch of him clean and dry. Well, clean as they're going to get, without showering. He thinks about pulling Poe into the tub, but he looks so comfortable, even at peace, with where he is, and John doesn't want to ruin the moment. He grabs a pillow instead, and slides it beneath Poe's head, carefully pulling out the sweat soaked comforter from under him. He has a clean one stowed aside.
No one can say John doesn't think ahead.]
Do you need anything? PJ's? Water? Advil? Me to shut up?
[ He can't articulate the release, the freedom, the flightless euphoria. He closes his eyes as John rubs him down, content to let it happen, the impulse to try and do his part in all of this smothered by exhaustion and serenity. He's still got one arm flung out over his head, the other sliding John's neck and dropping to the bed as John works.
Poe lifts his head for the pillow, tries to wriggle his way off of the comforter as John pulls. Then he lays there, curled on his side, watching John through half-closed eyes. He breathes out a laugh. ]
[John leans down, kisses Poe's forehead. Pulling away only because he has to. It almost hurts to put space between them right now. Poe's... adorable like this, all soft and sincere. It's a side of him John's only starting to get to know. He loves the rebel, the daredevil pilot and captain, but he loves Poe the man, too. Wants to hold him, and protect him, at all costs.
He undresses quickly, boots and uniform discarded onto the floor, wipes himself down just as quickly, and crawls naked into bed beside Poe, pulling the comforter up with him. As soon as they're close again, he pulls Poe into his arms, cradling him against his chest.]
[ An affirmative noise. Poe's eyelids drift shut. He could get used to this. Being held, feeling strangely treasured. He slides an arm around John's waist, turning his face against John's chest and rubbing the tip of his nose against the cleft of his pectorals. He kisses the spot and then settles with his head against John's chest again. ]
[John breathes in Poe's hair. He likes the way it smells, damp with sweat. Beneath the dry blanket, skin to skin, it's the best kind of comfortable. Like changing into fresh clothes after a heavy rain. He could fall asleep like this, if he could tear his eyes away from Poe.]
I read a book, and practiced a couple times, but mostly I just winged it. The real thing was a lot different than the photos. I mean, the model wasn't half as hot as you are. Keeping my focus was the hardest part.
[He grins down at Poe, squeezing him against his side. Loving the weight and warmth of his body.]
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Date: 2018-03-19 06:56 pm (UTC)[The cool tip of the vibrator traces the curve of Poe's ass, then follows the line of rope splitting his cheeks to the underside of his bound balls. John teases it beneath the rope, pressing the vibrating shaft against Poe's taint.]
I don't get to see you from this angle very often.
[Usually it's Poe folding John's legs up or under him, fucking him from on top, the side, or behind. John loves Poe inside of him, he really does, but he sees more of him this way. Parts of Poe that are usually hidden, and don't get as much attention when they're coupling.]
I like it.
[He plucks the rope away from Poe's ass with one hand, twisting it around two fingers, adding more tension to every knot, and drags the vibrator lower, until it's humming against Poe's hole. The chrome is smooth and sleek, already slick with lube, and John knows Poe's body well enough to know he can take it.
Not that he's rushing. He's happy just to watch Poe's face for a moment.]
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Date: 2018-03-19 07:30 pm (UTC)He likes it. He likes it a lot. He's never done much with ropes--patience, again--let alone been on the receiving end. He didn't think he'd like it. At best he thought he'd be indifferent. But he likes it. There's no question of what to do or how to act. There's nothing he can do.
Poe licks his lips. He's going to try for something witty, something cavalier, but then John has the vibrator just so and he gives a full-bodied shudder instead.
He still can't let go. There's still that prick of fear, in his gut, in his mind, that he's on the verge of giving away something he won't be able to get back. ]
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Date: 2018-03-19 07:47 pm (UTC)He presses the vibrator into Poe, slowly, drawing wide circles with every inch that disappears into his body, stretching him out as he goes. John could have used his fingers first, as they almost always do, but he wants this to be different. Unique to this moment.
His eyes stay on Poe's face, hungry for his reactions. John really is doing this for him. Dominating him like this is both selfish and selfless. He wants to take this territory for himself, but none of it means anything if Poe doesn't want him to take it just as badly.
When Poe had been touching him, driving him to orgasm again and again, John had begged for him to stop, but he'd always known in his heart, and his gut, what he really wanted, which was for Poe to push his borders, and touch places of John no one's touched. Parts of him that were still clean, and unscarred.
John leans down, and wraps his lips around the head of Poe's cock, humming in tune with the vibrator.]
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Date: 2018-03-20 05:00 pm (UTC)Then John takes Poe's dick in his mouth and Poe shudders again. Forces himself down from that arch, muscles shaking, each tremor sending a ripple of heat through the rest of him. When he's sure John will follow, will keep his lips on Poe's head, he pushes upward again, trying to slide is cock farther into John's mouth. ]
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Date: 2018-03-30 02:02 am (UTC)He looks up at Poe, licking his lips. Eyes narrowed with amusement.]
Bad. You're spoiled, you know that? Always used to getting what you want.
[He drags a gloved fingertip along the length of Poe's erection, and gives the underside of the head a light flick. Watches it bounce, straining against the ropes, his balls held high and tight against his body. Swollen to bursting. Poe's dick might be a little chilly after the warmth of John's mouth, wet with saliva in the slightly cool room. He deserves it.]
This isn't about what you want.
[John stirs the vibrator almost lazily, one or twice, then presses it up into Poe hard and deep without warning, aiming for the spot that makes Poe's toes curl and his jaw go slack. Watching his face as he does it.
He wants to take Poe apart like a gun, to hold him in pieces, and put him back together again. Carefully, at first, memorizing how everything breaks down and builds up, and then with such familiarity he could do it with his eyes closed. That's what John wants. To know Poe like that.]
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Date: 2018-03-30 02:26 am (UTC)John gets what he wants. Poe bucks, making a desperate noise as the vibrator connects and sends him tumbling over the edge, into a full-body white-hot reaction that makes the world around him disappear, makes it all dissolve except the pressure inside him. The extension of John's hand. He moans John's name, says it again, strains against the ropes and comes hard.
It all disappears. The room, the ropes. Poe cries out, a wordless noise, while his body jerks and his hips try to roll in spite of the being pinned down. Mouth open, head thrown back, wrapped up in the feeling. The vibrator is still there, still pressing hard as he starts to come down and into the aftershocks, and Poe can feel himself building again. He struggles against the ropes, determined not to beg, not yet, not this easily, not this soon.
He wants to say what's it about he wants to say what do you want, and instead he says: ] John, wait--
[ Then his eyes roll back and he shudders. ]
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Date: 2018-03-30 02:41 am (UTC)He hears his own voice, pitched low, thick and gravelled to his own ears.]
I don't want to wait.
[He digs deeper with the vibrator, presses hard, and gives Poe's tied balls a gentle, pulsing squeeze at the same time. They're so heavy in his hand, his cock redder and harder than ever, held rigid by the rope, just a little semen leaking from the tip. He can come from his prostate, and the way John is fucking him with the toy, but his dick is hostage until John sees fit to release it.]
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Date: 2018-03-30 03:16 am (UTC)The electricity of aftershocks giving way to a rolling thunder of sensation. He arches, pushing up with his elbows, muscles bowing hard. He cries out again, a loud, sharp, Fuck, then he's gone. If he says anything (he does, he curses in three languages, he moans John's name then says it like a swear word itself), he doesn't hear it. There's a ringing in his ears. The pleasure is so molten that there's no room in him for anything else. It rumbles through him, tears him up, and then he's laying on the bed again, sweating through the sheets and gasping while his body shivers with the memory of it.
Poe swallows, hazy and high with adrenaline and endorphins. There's a joke hovering at the edge of his mind, I think I pulled something, but he can't get his tongue to cooperate enough to voice it. ]
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Date: 2018-03-31 12:32 am (UTC)He's seen and heard Poe buckle, bend, and nearly break. It's almost enough, but not quite. John twists Poe around, throwing him facedown into the bed. He's even more helpless on his front than his back. His gloved hands drag from Poe's clinched elbows down the sides of his body, teasing over the swollen skin peeking from between ropes, and catching on the ropes themselves. Down, down, until he's grabbing at Poe's hips, then squeezing at and spreading his cheeks, split by the rope, vibrator still buzzing noisily in his hole.
John pulls it out, finally, sliding his gloved fingers over his swollen entrance and taint, glossy with lube and sweat. He leans down over Poe, one hand braced on the bed beside his head, and bites the back of his neck, hard enough to bruise.
Then growls in his ear. Leather coated fingers still pushing, pressing, invading as he breathes in Poe's sweat and the scent of his hair.]
Beg me to fuck you, and I just might.
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Date: 2018-03-31 01:43 am (UTC)The rough of the leather in his hole almost pushes him over the edge again. ]
Please.
[ He breathes in little gasps, the lightheadedness still there, making him feel emptied out and weightless. ]
Please.
[ His cock hurts. He's ready to bust if John will just give him the chance. Poe presses his forehead against the bed as John rolls gloved fingers over just the right spot, and Poe practically convulses under him. ]
Please, John. Please, please, please.
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Date: 2018-03-31 02:43 am (UTC)Okay. Okay, babe. Since you asked so nicely.
[He pulls his fingers away from the cleft of Poe's ass, giving one cheek a rough, possessive squeeze. This is his. All of it. Just in case Poe needs a reminder.
Leaning back, away from him, is a herculean effort. John pulls his gloves off, tossing them on the bed somewhere above Poe's head. His shirt goes next. Poe will hear the pop of the top button of his BDUs, followed by a zip.
One hand on his dick, the other hauling up Poe's hips by the rope, he lines himself up. Presses inside of him all at once, into slick, smooth heat that makes John groan. He drapes himself over Poe's back, pelvis meeting his ass with a firm slap of skin against skin, once, then twice, setting a rough rhythm. He kisses the side of Poe's face, his temple, his brow, anywhere he can get to, breathing hot against Poe's ear.
Fucking him like he's been aching to fuck him all night.]
You're perfect.
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Date: 2018-04-01 01:18 am (UTC)When John pushes into hims he lurches, still tender, sensitive almost to the point of pain. He's nothing but nerve endings, feeling the pressure of John's body through the pattern of ropes, feeling his kisses like electric shocks against delicate skin. The slackness in him fades with every plunge, muscles tensing up again, and this time he actually does whimper, the sound not much more than an exhalation.
John says You're perfect, and Poe wants to say No I'm not.
He's not, he's not, he's anything but.
He's vanishing, fading into the feeling winding up inside him like a corkscrew being pushed past its last turn, stripping away his last sense of himself. Every anxiety, every worry, every responsibility, driven out of his head and into nothingness.
Poe wants John's hand on him as much as he wants John inside of him. ]
Touch me. [ He gasps it out, realizes at once that it's not enough to just ask. Not like that. ] Please.
[ A thrust, the heady press of John's dick, and Poe thrashes involuntarily in the ropes. He's losing his grip, what was left of it. He tilts his head back and whines deep in his throat. ] God, please.
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Date: 2018-04-01 01:58 am (UTC)You're welcome.
[He kisses Poe's ear, soft, punctuated by the roll of his hips. Poe's everything, right now. There's nothing beyond the sound of his voice, warmth of his body, scent of his skin, or taste of his sweat. If a world exists outside of this room, it can wait. For once, John's focus isn't on the future, or the past. Only what's now, and who he's with.
John sees Poe's necklace from the corner of his eye, pressing his cheek against Poe's shoulder, rocking into him, slower, deeper, in time to the stroke of his hand. He doesn't just want Poe to come. He's already came, at least three times, by John's count. He wants him to fly. He doesn't know if he's skilled enough to make that happen, if he was strong enough, with the ropes, or himself, for Poe to really let go, but if he even gets close? John will consider it a win.
Poe always holds out for John to come first. Not this time. John rubs his thumb over the tip of Poe's dick, twisting the ropes in his other hand, pulling Poe harder, closer, against himself, adding pressure to every twist and knot.
Poe's trapped in John's web, on John's terms. His surrender is unconditional.]
Come for me.
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Date: 2018-04-01 02:29 am (UTC)He could exist suspended in this place for as long as John will let him, but John doesn't want that. He drags Poe in, presses down on his head, orders him to come. The drag of the ropes against his skin sets him on fire, the drag of it against his hips, his arms, his neck, every line like a brand against Poe's skin. Then John punches into Poe again, and he's gone. He breaks in John's grip, arching again, soundless, mouth open.
It's so much worse and so much better this time, a convulsive pleasure that erases any conscious thought. He's a flashfire of sensation, busting against John's hand and into the sheets. Even after he stops bucking, it goes on, blinding him, leaving him in a pool against the sheets as his muscles tremor and the knots of John's handiwork press into his skin. The ropes feel like the only thing holding him together. He's stardust, nothing but stardust and John's name. ]
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Date: 2018-04-01 03:19 am (UTC)John lays against him for a moment, his full weight on Poe's back, breathing raggedly, Poe's softening dick still in hand. He kisses Poe's shoulder and neck, slowly, carefully, pulling out. Tucking himself back into his pants. John's job isn't over yet.
Moving to his knees behind Poe, he gently follows the network of silk, slippery with sweat, to the first knot on Poe's foot. With his fingers now, no gloves, he begins the careful process of unraveling him. Just as slowly, and skillfully, as he first tied Poe up, but with even more reverence.
He unbinds Poe's foot, leans down, and kisses the sole.]
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Date: 2018-04-01 03:51 am (UTC)Maybe this is what the Force feels like.
He should say something. He can't. There are tears on his face again, and he's not sure whether they're from the release of tensed muscles or exhaustion or something else.
All Poe wants to think about is John's hands on him, on the knots, on the slow unraveling of the bindings. It's like coming back to the real world after being away. ]
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:18 am (UTC)One leg released, then the other, stretched back out for the first time in nearly in an hour. John kisses both knees, thighs, and hips. He's quiet in concentration. Unwinding. Untying. Unbinding. He flips Poe over onto his back, kneeling between his legs to continue working. Silk sliding softly over sweat slick skin as the tension eases in small increments, slowly, but surely.
Soon enough, Poe's hips are free, his dick lying soft against the dark thatch of his pubes and lower belly. John shifts back, lifts it with one hand, wraps his lips around it, sucks him clean. Licking the mess away from his lower belly, he starts on the master knot at the centre of the ropes constricting Poe's torso like a second ribcage taut.
With a twist of his fingers, Poe can breathe again.]
Slow, easy breaths. Slow, or you're going to get a stitch. [John inhales, sets the example.] One. Two.
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:31 am (UTC)He doesn't have to. John cleans him up, gently, and goes back to work, just as gently.
Poe's instinct is to gasp for breath when the ropes around his ribcage go slack. He doesn't, obeying John's orders, eyes on John's face. One, two. One, two. ]
You're beautiful. [ His voice is hoarse. He wants to reach out and touch John's face, the silver at his temples. He still can't move his arms.
Even if he could touch John, Poe isn't sure he has the strength to do it. He feels like he could fall asleep right here, sweat and all. ]
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:52 am (UTC)So are you.
[John kisses down Poe's throat to the base of his neck, lips skimming the chain of his necklace. Lets go of Poe's hands, to slide his hands down Poe's sweaty arms to his shoulders and the last lashings of rope.
He works his fingers beneath the rope framing his chest, pushing it up over his pectorals, loosening knots until the silk falls away. John massages Poe's shoulders, looking down into his eyes.]
How do you feel?
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Date: 2018-04-02 02:03 am (UTC)He's also... calm.
Lifting an arm is a herculean effort. He lets his hand fall against John's neck, moving his thumb in tiny circles against John's skin.
He's calm. Purely, genuinely calm. There hasn't been a moment in the past few months--the past few years--like this. It's the feeling he associates with his small room on Yavin 4, with the early morning sounds of the jungle or a late night view of familiar stars.
Poe studies John's face, wanting to kiss him, too tired to lift his head. ]
I'm not sure.
[ Poe closes his eyes. ]
Good.
[ That doesn't begin to cover it. ]
Really good.
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Date: 2018-04-02 02:56 am (UTC)Then he says it was good. Really good. John exhales a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and leans back to coil the rope around his arm before dropping it down onto the floor, along with the toy, powder, and anything else they'd be messing around with.]
Good. I mean, I was hoping it would feel good.
[He returns with a kiss, and a soft towel, gently rubbing Poe down from his shoulders all the way to his toes, leaving every inch of him clean and dry. Well, clean as they're going to get, without showering. He thinks about pulling Poe into the tub, but he looks so comfortable, even at peace, with where he is, and John doesn't want to ruin the moment. He grabs a pillow instead, and slides it beneath Poe's head, carefully pulling out the sweat soaked comforter from under him. He has a clean one stowed aside.
No one can say John doesn't think ahead.]
Do you need anything? PJ's? Water? Advil? Me to shut up?
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Date: 2018-04-02 03:09 am (UTC)[ He can't articulate the release, the freedom, the flightless euphoria. He closes his eyes as John rubs him down, content to let it happen, the impulse to try and do his part in all of this smothered by exhaustion and serenity. He's still got one arm flung out over his head, the other sliding John's neck and dropping to the bed as John works.
Poe lifts his head for the pillow, tries to wriggle his way off of the comforter as John pulls. Then he lays there, curled on his side, watching John through half-closed eyes. He breathes out a laugh. ]
I need you to get into bed with me.
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Date: 2018-04-02 03:25 am (UTC)[John leans down, kisses Poe's forehead. Pulling away only because he has to. It almost hurts to put space between them right now. Poe's... adorable like this, all soft and sincere. It's a side of him John's only starting to get to know. He loves the rebel, the daredevil pilot and captain, but he loves Poe the man, too. Wants to hold him, and protect him, at all costs.
He undresses quickly, boots and uniform discarded onto the floor, wipes himself down just as quickly, and crawls naked into bed beside Poe, pulling the comforter up with him. As soon as they're close again, he pulls Poe into his arms, cradling him against his chest.]
How's that?
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Date: 2018-04-02 03:44 am (UTC)[ An affirmative noise. Poe's eyelids drift shut. He could get used to this. Being held, feeling strangely treasured. He slides an arm around John's waist, turning his face against John's chest and rubbing the tip of his nose against the cleft of his pectorals. He kisses the spot and then settles with his head against John's chest again. ]
Where'd you learn to do that, anyway?
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Date: 2018-04-02 04:00 am (UTC)I read a book, and practiced a couple times, but mostly I just winged it. The real thing was a lot different than the photos. I mean, the model wasn't half as hot as you are. Keeping my focus was the hardest part.
[He grins down at Poe, squeezing him against his side. Loving the weight and warmth of his body.]
But you're worth the effort.
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