[ Poe sees the difference. He likes this smile. He'll hold on to it, that tentative honesty. It also tells him that finally, finally, John is being real. Finally, he's past pretending. Or maybe it's that Poe has scaled the walls. He knows better than to think he's knocked them down.
You'd deserve it, John says, and Poe's own small smile spreads into a grin. ]
Probably.
[ He eases upright again and kisses that smile, one corner of John's mouth, the other, then tongue, teeth, deepening intensity that Poe pauses just long enough to murmur, ] Now you can touch me.
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You'd deserve it, John says, and Poe's own small smile spreads into a grin. ]
Probably.
[ He eases upright again and kisses that smile, one corner of John's mouth, the other, then tongue, teeth, deepening intensity that Poe pauses just long enough to murmur, ] Now you can touch me.