[John doesn't relax so much as he goes limp. The sustained direct stimulation is tranquilizing. Every stroke of Poe's fingers makes him convulse inside, moan in his throat, and tremble.
He's high as a kite, the powder absorbed into his blood stream through his skin and soft tissues. John doesn't know up from down. The sound of Poe's voice, his fingers, and the weight of his body on top of John are all feeding into the same pool of pleasure.
John's not disobeying anymore, at the very least. If only because he can't.
Poe speaks again, and John comes just from the heat of his breath against his ear. He shudders, flinching, his thighs spasming on either side of Poe's arm. Another moan, but this time he can't mute it, high and ragged. Torn from him.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 04:59 am (UTC)He's high as a kite, the powder absorbed into his blood stream through his skin and soft tissues. John doesn't know up from down. The sound of Poe's voice, his fingers, and the weight of his body on top of John are all feeding into the same pool of pleasure.
John's not disobeying anymore, at the very least. If only because he can't.
Poe speaks again, and John comes just from the heat of his breath against his ear. He shudders, flinching, his thighs spasming on either side of Poe's arm. Another moan, but this time he can't mute it, high and ragged. Torn from him.]