[Poe's every kiss is tenderizing. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. Each touch softening John's control, the iron grip with which he holds himself up, as a commander, and as a man, until he can't hold himself up anymore. Until he's helpless, and reliant. Two things That's hates to be, but have never made him harder than right now. Held up solely by Poe's arm and the knee between his legs.
His hands don't leave Poe's hair, because that sounded like an order, and sometimes even John Sheppard likes to take orders.
He makes a sound against Poe's mouth he'll be ashamed of making when this is over, his spine buckling inwards with ever catch and release of Poe's fingers.]
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His hands don't leave Poe's hair, because that sounded like an order, and sometimes even John Sheppard likes to take orders.
He makes a sound against Poe's mouth he'll be ashamed of making when this is over, his spine buckling inwards with ever catch and release of Poe's fingers.]