[ He keeps the pressure going, pushing John's wrist down harder, wanting John to get off so powerfully that the thought almost makes Poe come himself. God knows he's hard. He feels euphoric. Drunk with lust. Like the dial of every sensation has been turned up and he can't find the switch to turn them off.
He kisses the back of John's neck like it can return the gesture, tongue and teeth, hips rolling against John's ass as his fingers work against John's pliant walls. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 06:33 am (UTC)He kisses the back of John's neck like it can return the gesture, tongue and teeth, hips rolling against John's ass as his fingers work against John's pliant walls. ]
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