[His body is operating on auto-pilot, and there's nothing he can do to take back the controls. John's only option is to ride out the turbulence, and brace for impact.
The third orgasm is the most violent so far. It has all the strength of the first two, but built upon. Past the point any sane person would keep touching themselves, and farther. It's a rough ride. He pants and convulses, tremors wracking him from head to toe. He's dripping with sweat, dark hair sticking to his face, skin sticking to the sheets, dog tags caught up around his neck.
His thighs spasm, but the bar between his ankles keeps his legs spread. Prevents him from clamping down and controlling anything. John startles, gasping, makes a strangeled noise in his throat, his heart racing, blood already picked up by the powder rushing faster and harder.
That pushes John over the edge, deeper, into a feedback loop that lasts a full minute, maybe even two, of John panting, struggling and whimpering, aftershocks rolling through him so powerfully they're visible as they travel up and down his body.
John almost passes out. His eyes, focused on Poe's eyes, struggling to stay open.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 09:38 pm (UTC)[His body is operating on auto-pilot, and there's nothing he can do to take back the controls. John's only option is to ride out the turbulence, and brace for impact.
The third orgasm is the most violent so far. It has all the strength of the first two, but built upon. Past the point any sane person would keep touching themselves, and farther. It's a rough ride. He pants and convulses, tremors wracking him from head to toe. He's dripping with sweat, dark hair sticking to his face, skin sticking to the sheets, dog tags caught up around his neck.
His thighs spasm, but the bar between his ankles keeps his legs spread. Prevents him from clamping down and controlling anything. John startles, gasping, makes a strangeled noise in his throat, his heart racing, blood already picked up by the powder rushing faster and harder.
That pushes John over the edge, deeper, into a feedback loop that lasts a full minute, maybe even two, of John panting, struggling and whimpering, aftershocks rolling through him so powerfully they're visible as they travel up and down his body.
John almost passes out. His eyes, focused on Poe's eyes, struggling to stay open.]