[t probably says something about John that it drives him crazy, to be held down and manhandled. Poe's fingers are thick, rough and strong, so much more satisfying than his own. How's John supposed to go back, after this? Poe's ruined him. John knows that much.
He catches the blanket between his teeth, muffling a strangled moan. He arches beneath Poe, slippery with sweat, but can't get any leverage. Poe digs deeper, and John collapses all over again. He can only breathe in short, pitched gasps, because every curve of those fingers steals the air right out of his lungs.]
Poe, please-
[John doesn't even know what he's pleading for, other than a reprieve from the pressure already building up again between his hips, inside of him, which feels dangerously like he might wet himself. Not exactly the same, but similar enough John can't help but squirm with panic.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 03:54 am (UTC)He catches the blanket between his teeth, muffling a strangled moan. He arches beneath Poe, slippery with sweat, but can't get any leverage. Poe digs deeper, and John collapses all over again. He can only breathe in short, pitched gasps, because every curve of those fingers steals the air right out of his lungs.]
Poe, please-
[John doesn't even know what he's pleading for, other than a reprieve from the pressure already building up again between his hips, inside of him, which feels dangerously like he might wet himself. Not exactly the same, but similar enough John can't help but squirm with panic.]