Fine. [ Poe kisses him. It feels even better than he though it would, his heartbeat thumping in his lips, the pleasant tingle of contact sending a rush of hazy pleasure through him.
And that’s just a dab of it, a few streaks on the skin. The thought of John painting his skin with it, marking Poe however he wants, sends another little hum of pleasure through Poe that has very little to do with the intoxication he already feels. ] I’ve been thinking about that for hours.
[ He pulls John close, rubber gloves and all, shivering at the press of their bodies together. ] Ditch the dishes and come with me.
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Date: 2018-03-04 03:32 am (UTC)And that’s just a dab of it, a few streaks on the skin. The thought of John painting his skin with it, marking Poe however he wants, sends another little hum of pleasure through Poe that has very little to do with the intoxication he already feels. ] I’ve been thinking about that for hours.
[ He pulls John close, rubber gloves and all, shivering at the press of their bodies together. ] Ditch the dishes and come with me.