He wakes him with a kiss. Rolls him onto his back. Touches him all over, admiring the lazy sprawl of his body in the morning sunlight with his lips and hands. More kissing, relaxed, and slow. Sloppy half-asleep kisses.
John's still slick from the night before, albeit a little swollen, and it's easy to work himself open while Poe watches, straddling his hips. Then he takes Poe's dick into his hand, positions it, and sinks down, all the way down, until his ass meets Poe's pelvis, with a heavy sigh.
He looks down at Poe, gripping onto the headboard with both hands for support, because it's going to be a bumpy ride. John starts off slow and even, making adjustments to his preference, watching Poe's face. Watching Poe watch him. He moves quicker, harder, his thighs flexing, muscle rippling in his back with each rise and fall of his hips. Taking more and more, as much as he wants from him, because he knows Poe likes it. Loves it.
They're both warriors in that way, admirers of strength.
Sweat trickles down John's scarred back, following the curve of his spine.]
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He wakes him with a kiss. Rolls him onto his back. Touches him all over, admiring the lazy sprawl of his body in the morning sunlight with his lips and hands. More kissing, relaxed, and slow. Sloppy half-asleep kisses.
John's still slick from the night before, albeit a little swollen, and it's easy to work himself open while Poe watches, straddling his hips. Then he takes Poe's dick into his hand, positions it, and sinks down, all the way down, until his ass meets Poe's pelvis, with a heavy sigh.
He looks down at Poe, gripping onto the headboard with both hands for support, because it's going to be a bumpy ride. John starts off slow and even, making adjustments to his preference, watching Poe's face. Watching Poe watch him. He moves quicker, harder, his thighs flexing, muscle rippling in his back with each rise and fall of his hips. Taking more and more, as much as he wants from him, because he knows Poe likes it. Loves it.
They're both warriors in that way, admirers of strength.
Sweat trickles down John's scarred back, following the curve of his spine.]
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