[ Poe laughs breathlessly, feeling like he's run ten miles and could run twenty more. He's certainly going to put John through his paces. He's barely even started yet. ]
The mean has to go somewhere.
[ He proves his point by dragging his finger roughly down John's rectal wall against his prostate and withdrawing, just to penetrate again with his thumb. He works the tissue like he's finessing a bit of machinery into place, withdraws again, then penetrates with three fingers and drags them in a quick circle inside John. ]
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The mean has to go somewhere.
[ He proves his point by dragging his finger roughly down John's rectal wall against his prostate and withdrawing, just to penetrate again with his thumb. He works the tissue like he's finessing a bit of machinery into place, withdraws again, then penetrates with three fingers and drags them in a quick circle inside John. ]