[Release looks, sounds,and feels like a breakdown. Heaving. Sobbing. Shaking. John's an ugly sight, or a beautiful one, depending on your perspective. He tries to cover his face, but he can't keep his hands steady. There's no hiding from this, or from Poe, who drove him here, has front row seats, and can feel everything from the inside.
Poe fucks into him, deeper, even more targeted, and John's head snaps back. He cries out, unbridled. Like he's been shot. He convulses. Sobs Poe's name over and over, with every breath Poe's hips knock out of him. Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, the man who doesn't cry, or beg, or surrender, fucked to utter submission and tears.
John's never came so hard in his life.
There is no singular sensation. It's full-body. More powerful and all-consuming than words can describe. For a moment, John doesn't feel any pain. No sadness, anger, or despair. Just relief. A shedding of everything, his past, his regrets, his scars, falling away like lead shackles.
For a moment, John feels free to simply exist, and accept the bliss that washes over him. Without judgement. Unconditionally. Like he never has, except for that first night, when Poe brought him to this same place.
He feels Poe come as he's coming, and for once John doesn't worry about what happens after. Simply sinks back against the bed, entirely exhausted, and trembles through the aftershocks as they come.]
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Date: 2018-03-13 04:23 am (UTC)Poe fucks into him, deeper, even more targeted, and John's head snaps back. He cries out, unbridled. Like he's been shot. He convulses. Sobs Poe's name over and over, with every breath Poe's hips knock out of him. Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, the man who doesn't cry, or beg, or surrender, fucked to utter submission and tears.
John's never came so hard in his life.
There is no singular sensation. It's full-body. More powerful and all-consuming than words can describe. For a moment, John doesn't feel any pain. No sadness, anger, or despair. Just relief. A shedding of everything, his past, his regrets, his scars, falling away like lead shackles.
For a moment, John feels free to simply exist, and accept the bliss that washes over him. Without judgement. Unconditionally. Like he never has, except for that first night, when Poe brought him to this same place.
He feels Poe come as he's coming, and for once John doesn't worry about what happens after. Simply sinks back against the bed, entirely exhausted, and trembles through the aftershocks as they come.]