[ Once again Poe reaches up and wraps his hands around John's wrists. He draws his mouth away from John's penis and eases to his feet, tugging John's hands out of his hair, even though it stings a little, tangled up as John's fingers are. ] No.
[ A kiss that's just the gentle press of lips against John's cheek. He lets go of one of John's wrists, keeping his grip on the other.
Poe leans down and tongues one of John's nipples, pressing the thumb of his free hand against the other, rotating it gently under the pad of his thumb. He squeezes John's wrist, speaking against the man's skin. ] Not yet.
[ Reel in, let out. He trails his fingertips down along John's ribs, pausing and exploring each scar he finds on the way. Poe knows what's happened to his own body. He wonders how many of these are from torture, how many from battles that cost John dearly to win.
He rests his chin against John's pectoral, looking up at him from under long lashes. A tiny, tiny smile twitches the corner of his lip. ] You don't get off that easy.
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Date: 2018-01-18 07:27 pm (UTC)[ A kiss that's just the gentle press of lips against John's cheek. He lets go of one of John's wrists, keeping his grip on the other.
Poe leans down and tongues one of John's nipples, pressing the thumb of his free hand against the other, rotating it gently under the pad of his thumb. He squeezes John's wrist, speaking against the man's skin. ] Not yet.
[ Reel in, let out. He trails his fingertips down along John's ribs, pausing and exploring each scar he finds on the way. Poe knows what's happened to his own body. He wonders how many of these are from torture, how many from battles that cost John dearly to win.
He rests his chin against John's pectoral, looking up at him from under long lashes. A tiny, tiny smile twitches the corner of his lip. ] You don't get off that easy.