volitaunt: (031 - 7SmNsH8)
α gσσ∂ sραcε вσү ғяσм α gσσ∂ sραcε ғαмιℓү ([personal profile] volitaunt) wrote in [personal profile] deploy 2018-03-04 09:47 am (UTC)

A little hotel on the river. It's nice.

[ Poe runs his thumb across one of the little streaks of color across his wrist. ] No chance of being interrupted or walked in on or have friendly roommates wanting to make breakfast when we'd rather stay in bed.

[ With the euphoria fading it's harder for Poe to just come out and say the rest of what he'd been thinking. Not that it suddenly feels like a bad idea--he's been thinking about it too long for it to suddenly seem like a bad idea--but it's new, and every new thing they've done together has been a hurdle. Every experiment has come with some trepidation. ]

There's this powder at the raves, makes you sensitive to touch, feel good-- [ Poe clears his throat. ] I thought. I hoped maybe. Finn wanted to try it, so I tried it with him, and I... thought it could be fun to do more than just a little bit with you.

[ A sideways glance at John. ] You don't have to do it. I brought gloves, cotton gloves, it doesn't go through cloth.

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