Don’t worry about it. [ He looks into John's face, his own expression steady enough as to be almost unreadable, eyes soft and bright.
Poe kisses him again, lips and tongue, mild, then rougher. Teeth. He pushes against John, holding the other man's hands at his sides, squeezing his wrists against just to prove a point before he lets go and splays his fingers lightly against the length of John's dick. Runs his thumb over the head, slicking his own skin and rubbing circles with his thumb until his hand sinks into the hair at the base. He cups John's balls, raking his thumbnail lightly against the cleft of skin between them.
He never stops kissing John, not for a moment. Doesn't give him a chance to breathe, never mind think. Poe wants to push. He wants to take John over the edge before he pulls him back, drive him to the brink and take it away. Force Sheppard to exist in a state of suspended stimulation until he stops worrying about anyone else and just wants his own release. ]
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Poe kisses him again, lips and tongue, mild, then rougher. Teeth. He pushes against John, holding the other man's hands at his sides, squeezing his wrists against just to prove a point before he lets go and splays his fingers lightly against the length of John's dick. Runs his thumb over the head, slicking his own skin and rubbing circles with his thumb until his hand sinks into the hair at the base. He cups John's balls, raking his thumbnail lightly against the cleft of skin between them.
He never stops kissing John, not for a moment. Doesn't give him a chance to breathe, never mind think. Poe wants to push. He wants to take John over the edge before he pulls him back, drive him to the brink and take it away. Force Sheppard to exist in a state of suspended stimulation until he stops worrying about anyone else and just wants his own release. ]