[John arches beneath him, fingers twisting into the back of Poe's shirt. He's panting now, desperately, his chest heaving against the wall of Poe's chest.
He sees stars. Literal stars. His vision is spotting. The stimulation has him flying higher than his body can keep up with. No inertial dampeners here. Just powdered rocket fuel.
John's head falls back, baring his wet throat, eyes sliding half-shut. Still looking at Poe, when he can focus. Vocal breathing, both rough and treble, rising with every press of the massager into his prostate.
He's going to come again, he can feel it, the waves are already rocking his body, twisting him up inside. His nails dig into Poe's back through the fabric of his shirt.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 08:49 pm (UTC)He sees stars. Literal stars. His vision is spotting. The stimulation has him flying higher than his body can keep up with. No inertial dampeners here. Just powdered rocket fuel.
John's head falls back, baring his wet throat, eyes sliding half-shut. Still looking at Poe, when he can focus. Vocal breathing, both rough and treble, rising with every press of the massager into his prostate.
He's going to come again, he can feel it, the waves are already rocking his body, twisting him up inside. His nails dig into Poe's back through the fabric of his shirt.]
I can't-