[ And Poe eases up. He winds down. Gentles his kisses, eases his hand back up John's cock.
Then he kneels.
Ignores John's hard-on.
Starts unlacing John's boots, one, then the other, taking his time. He cups one heel and draws off boot and then sock, forcing John to lift his foot. He smooths his hand over the top of John's arch, leans down to kiss the spot. Poe gives John's other boot, his other foot the same attention.
He isn't going to make this easy. John doesn't need easy. He doesn't need brief, rough, fun. It's one-half instinct and one-half self-knowledge on Poe's part. They're similar. In some ways they're exactly the same.
Cassian knows the fractures in his spirit. Finn knows the fear that runs along the fault lines of his heart. Leia... Leia knows his soul. John has Rodney, here, but sometimes one person to lean on isn't enough. Isn't nearly enough.
John has lost enough people to state that fact calmly. He's suffered enough to offer comfort without emotion, without getting himself involved. Steady and unselfish. Speaking from the top of a wall.
He kisses John's inner thigh, tongue and teeth, working his way up. His temple brushes John's erection and Poe shifts back, taking John's dick in his mouth, easing the head up against the roof of his mouth and running his tongue in circles along its underside. ]
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Then he kneels.
Ignores John's hard-on.
Starts unlacing John's boots, one, then the other, taking his time. He cups one heel and draws off boot and then sock, forcing John to lift his foot. He smooths his hand over the top of John's arch, leans down to kiss the spot. Poe gives John's other boot, his other foot the same attention.
He isn't going to make this easy. John doesn't need easy. He doesn't need brief, rough, fun. It's one-half instinct and one-half self-knowledge on Poe's part. They're similar. In some ways they're exactly the same.
Cassian knows the fractures in his spirit. Finn knows the fear that runs along the fault lines of his heart. Leia... Leia knows his soul. John has Rodney, here, but sometimes one person to lean on isn't enough. Isn't nearly enough.
John has lost enough people to state that fact calmly. He's suffered enough to offer comfort without emotion, without getting himself involved. Steady and unselfish. Speaking from the top of a wall.
He kisses John's inner thigh, tongue and teeth, working his way up. His temple brushes John's erection and Poe shifts back, taking John's dick in his mouth, easing the head up against the roof of his mouth and running his tongue in circles along its underside. ]