[John actually sways, his spine going liquid and knees buckling. All that's holding him up is Poe's arm around his waist. He'd be embarrassed if he could think at all. John's mind is mercifully blank.
All there is the powder. Poe's voice in his head, fingers in his ass, and the searing heat of his dick against John's skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before. Too much, and not enough at the same time. Dizzying. Terrifying. Arousing.
His eyes swim as he tries to look behind himself at Poe, lids heavy, lashes dusting his already flushed cheeks.]
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:33 am (UTC)All there is the powder. Poe's voice in his head, fingers in his ass, and the searing heat of his dick against John's skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before. Too much, and not enough at the same time. Dizzying. Terrifying. Arousing.
His eyes swim as he tries to look behind himself at Poe, lids heavy, lashes dusting his already flushed cheeks.]
What the hell.