[ Poe lets the bag of powder drop, feels it scatter across his feet as it hits the ground. He tightens his grip around John's stomach and lifting the man off his feet, his fingers still massaging John's walls, more pressure, more speed.
He doesn't throw John onto the bed so much as he hoists him on to it and then pins him there, laying on top of him, one hand now gripping John's wrist and the other rolling his fingertips roughly against John's hole. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 05:15 am (UTC)He doesn't throw John onto the bed so much as he hoists him on to it and then pins him there, laying on top of him, one hand now gripping John's wrist and the other rolling his fingertips roughly against John's hole. ]
You like it? Tell me how much you like it, John.