[ That grip on his thigh sends a shock of pleasure through Poe strong enough that he almost loses his grip. He digs his nails in to John's shoulder in reply. He can feel the whipcrack tension of John's body, the readiness, and he drives forward, pushing hard, back arching as he comes.
It's damn good. It's amazing. It's like breaking free from the grip of gravity, that one tensile moment of shooting from heaviness into the stars. He lets go of John's cock, instead wrapping his arm around John's lower belly, pinning him hard against Poe's thighs, muscles straining, the strain itself an electric hum of sensation that keeps Poe hanging on even after the nova glow starts to fade. ]
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It's damn good. It's amazing. It's like breaking free from the grip of gravity, that one tensile moment of shooting from heaviness into the stars. He lets go of John's cock, instead wrapping his arm around John's lower belly, pinning him hard against Poe's thighs, muscles straining, the strain itself an electric hum of sensation that keeps Poe hanging on even after the nova glow starts to fade. ]