[Poe tells John it's okay, and John believes him. That, more than the high, more than the bar between his legs, more than the toy inside of him, is what's most frightening.
John believes Poe's eyes, and his lips, the words that spill out of them. He trusts that the hand holding the toy inside of him doesn't mean him harm, or humiliation, and that they're still connected, even with something between them.]
Okay.
[He doesn't know if he's supposed to, or if he's allowed right now, but he wraps both arms around Poe's neck and holds him close. Then the vibration starts to feel better. Less shocking, like some kind of torture device on low battery, and more like an extension of Poe's touch.
John feels the buzz in his belly, in his hole, in the stretched passage of muscle and tissue beyond, in his prostate, and the base of his dick. He closes his eyes, shudders again, the bar clanking against the cuffs as his feet move and his heels dig into the bed. Makes a small noise at the resistance, a tremble moving down his legs.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 07:18 am (UTC)John believes Poe's eyes, and his lips, the words that spill out of them. He trusts that the hand holding the toy inside of him doesn't mean him harm, or humiliation, and that they're still connected, even with something between them.]
Okay.
[He doesn't know if he's supposed to, or if he's allowed right now, but he wraps both arms around Poe's neck and holds him close. Then the vibration starts to feel better. Less shocking, like some kind of torture device on low battery, and more like an extension of Poe's touch.
John feels the buzz in his belly, in his hole, in the stretched passage of muscle and tissue beyond, in his prostate, and the base of his dick. He closes his eyes, shudders again, the bar clanking against the cuffs as his feet move and his heels dig into the bed. Makes a small noise at the resistance, a tremble moving down his legs.]