[John gets what the feeling is, now, with Poe undressing him like he's something precious to be carefully unwrapped.
He feels special, in a way he never has before.
It's almost alarming. Definitely overwhelming. John's already dizzy and overheated by the time Poe stands again, closing his eyes and catching his breath when he lifts his arms up over his head for the t-shirt to come off.]
C'mon. You love the flannel.
[He's talking a big game, but there's no denying the slight tremble of his bicep, or the way he shifts his weight from hip to hip, vibrating with energy. He can't stand still.]
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Date: 2018-03-05 11:25 pm (UTC)He feels special, in a way he never has before.
It's almost alarming. Definitely overwhelming. John's already dizzy and overheated by the time Poe stands again, closing his eyes and catching his breath when he lifts his arms up over his head for the t-shirt to come off.]
C'mon. You love the flannel.
[He's talking a big game, but there's no denying the slight tremble of his bicep, or the way he shifts his weight from hip to hip, vibrating with energy. He can't stand still.]