[No, John can't roll over. He can't do anything except sweat and shake, which is exactly what he does while Poe is doing whatever he's doing. John's face is still firmly planted against the bed. He hears Poe moving around, twitches when Poe touches him, almost painfully oversensitive all over, but doesn't register what the cuff is right away. His head feels like it's full of cotton candy.
He turns his head, trying to look at Poe through his eyelashes. The room is in soft-focus. Everything feels soft. Except Poe. He's sharp, and hot, and just thinking about him makes John throb inside.]
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He turns his head, trying to look at Poe through his eyelashes. The room is in soft-focus. Everything feels soft. Except Poe. He's sharp, and hot, and just thinking about him makes John throb inside.]
What're you doing down there?
[And his voice is hoarse already.]