[ Poe thrusts hard against John, almost closing his eyes so he doesn't have to see John crying. Except he did this, he brought them this far, and it feels almost cruel to look away from his own handiwork. He's so close to the edge, muscles tense and stomach throbbing with heat.
He drags himself half-free of John and thrusts again in that particular way he's learned, that particular angle that John always seems to respond to. Once. Twice. Again. Again. He feels it in every part of himself, each shiver of muscle, each line of tension lit like a fast-burning fuse quickly running out of track. Poe's head falls back, eyelids fluttering shut, and he yanks John against him hard, lifting John's ass off the bed.
And then Poe loses track of everything, hanging suspended in release, feeling that lightspeed rush like a kick to the gut that goes on and on. ]
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Date: 2018-03-13 03:29 am (UTC)He drags himself half-free of John and thrusts again in that particular way he's learned, that particular angle that John always seems to respond to. Once. Twice. Again. Again. He feels it in every part of himself, each shiver of muscle, each line of tension lit like a fast-burning fuse quickly running out of track. Poe's head falls back, eyelids fluttering shut, and he yanks John against him hard, lifting John's ass off the bed.
And then Poe loses track of everything, hanging suspended in release, feeling that lightspeed rush like a kick to the gut that goes on and on. ]