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Lt. Col. John Sheppard ([personal profile] deploy) wrote 2018-01-23 01:42 am (UTC)

[Poe comes, and John comes too. Vocally. Violently. At the same time. That's a first. He'll marvel later, when he has the brain capacity. Right now, he's gone. Blissed out. Not thinking. Just feeling. Free from self-hate, self-doubt and self-consciousness.

All there is, is Poe. His trembling body. His orgasm, and the hot spill of him inside. The smell of his sweat. His breath. His heartbeat against John's back.

John's never came harder. Never been so boneless as he is now, held up almost entirely by Poe's arm, as he slumps down against the mattress, his neck soft and shoulders rounded. He's never been fucked like that before, not while he was sober.

Not by anyone who means anything, or everything, to him.

John closes his eyes, imprinting the feeling of togetherness into his mind, while it's still fresh. So he can fall asleep with it, after Poe leaves. He doesn't want to forget this. Doesn't think he could, even if he tried.

It's possible Poe's ruined him, if there's anything left to be ruined.

His hand slides down Poe's sweaty thigh, but doesn't leave.

Then, because John can't help himself. Too weak to resist. Even if he already knows the answer.]


Don't go.

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