Relax, John. [ This time it's a murmur, reassuring, while he works his fingers gently against the bump of John's swelling prostate. It'll be better if John is relaxed.
Poe can't help thinking about that first night, about bulling through John's doorway and pinning him against the dresser. The dazed look on his face, the desperation to do something while Poe made him hold still, made the night about John even against the man's instincts.
Poe feels his heartbeat pulsing through his dick and moans into John's ear. ] Just relax.
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Poe can't help thinking about that first night, about bulling through John's doorway and pinning him against the dresser. The dazed look on his face, the desperation to do something while Poe made him hold still, made the night about John even against the man's instincts.
Poe feels his heartbeat pulsing through his dick and moans into John's ear. ] Just relax.