[As if John could deny those eyes. He wants nothing more than to satisfy Poe. To earn his pleasure, and his praise. John's happiest when he's working, and now he has a job to do.
His hands fall away from Poe's crotch, but only so he can shove his pants down to his ankles and kick them off.
Then comes the moment he's been waiting for.
John's eyes stay on Poe's eyes as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, and pulling it up over Poe's head and soon as he lifts his arms, Poe's necklace catching in the collar before dropping back down onto his chest.
He can't help but lean down and kiss a line down Poe's throat to the centre of his chest, following the line of the chain all the way to the washer sitting squarely between Poe's pecs. John loves the story of that washer. It appeals to the romantic in him. Reminds him that there's always love, even at war. Something that's easy to forget, when you're knee-deep in blood and regret.
His fingers play at the buckle of Poe's belt, flicking it open with just his thumb, and yanking it free of the loops with one pull. Practice makes perfect.
He mouths at the corner of Poe's lips hungrily, more than a little greedy as he sinks his fingers into the meat of Poe's hips, edging his pants down his ass, and taking his time doing it. Savouring the reveal. Taking advantage of Poe's generousity.]
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Date: 2018-01-19 02:44 am (UTC)His hands fall away from Poe's crotch, but only so he can shove his pants down to his ankles and kick them off.
Then comes the moment he's been waiting for.
John's eyes stay on Poe's eyes as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, and pulling it up over Poe's head and soon as he lifts his arms, Poe's necklace catching in the collar before dropping back down onto his chest.
He can't help but lean down and kiss a line down Poe's throat to the centre of his chest, following the line of the chain all the way to the washer sitting squarely between Poe's pecs. John loves the story of that washer. It appeals to the romantic in him. Reminds him that there's always love, even at war. Something that's easy to forget, when you're knee-deep in blood and regret.
His fingers play at the buckle of Poe's belt, flicking it open with just his thumb, and yanking it free of the loops with one pull. Practice makes perfect.
He mouths at the corner of Poe's lips hungrily, more than a little greedy as he sinks his fingers into the meat of Poe's hips, edging his pants down his ass, and taking his time doing it. Savouring the reveal. Taking advantage of Poe's generousity.]