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Date: 2018-01-25 03:21 am (UTC)
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[ If Poe is being honest, he's still a little tender from last night. When John rolls him over he almost protests, groaning low in his throat, but the touches quiet him. The kissing. The slow way John works him over opens the gates to arousal, and then John mounts him and Poe hisses quietly, alongside John's sigh.

It feels good to have John around him. Then John takes hold of the headboard and Poe's heartbeat kicks up, his dick starts to harden, because sometimes Poe likes to be used. He likes being a tool in someone else's pleasure. The unbroken eye contact as John picks up speed, the flex of muscles seen just out of the corner of Poe's eye--he breathes in sharply, hips twitching upward without his meaning them to.

He grabs onto the headboard over him, thinking with irony about his teasing John for making noise when he's about to start himself. Poe's eyelids flutter shut for a moment; he opens them, then John rolls against him just right and Poe's head tilts back, and he follows John in an arch as the other man starts to draw away, wanting to stay in just that spot, just for a second longer.

A smile breaks across his face, and he gasps out, ]
Four stars.
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