[ Poe closes his eyes at the feel of John's hands in his hair, relaxing against John as John does the same. In truth he's thought more than once about John doing this, over the past week. Tracing his hands through Poe's curls. But he wanted to give them time, both of them, Poe to clear his head and John the distance needed not to think Poe was coming to him out of gratitude or debt.
Low voiced: ] Good.
[ He kisses John again, slow and tender this time. His tone is gentle. ] You move your hands from where they are right now, and I'll stop.
[ A second, harder kiss. A knee pushed between John's legs, rubbing against one of John's thighs with the methodical slowness of someone who knows from experience the way that contact will vibrate through John's pants. He teases his other hand up under John's shirt, fingertips barely touching the other man's skin as he follows a scar up John's ribs, follows John's ribs around to his back. He digs his nails in sharply, then smooths his hand over the same spot, shifts his grip, digs in again. ]
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Low voiced: ] Good.
[ He kisses John again, slow and tender this time. His tone is gentle. ] You move your hands from where they are right now, and I'll stop.
[ A second, harder kiss. A knee pushed between John's legs, rubbing against one of John's thighs with the methodical slowness of someone who knows from experience the way that contact will vibrate through John's pants. He teases his other hand up under John's shirt, fingertips barely touching the other man's skin as he follows a scar up John's ribs, follows John's ribs around to his back. He digs his nails in sharply, then smooths his hand over the same spot, shifts his grip, digs in again. ]