[ Poe eases John's hips back down onto the bed, eases himself free. He's got a gloss of sweat on his forehead, the hum of pleasure singing through his bones, but John....
John is spent. There's a glassy, near-feverish look in his eyes, unfocused and calm. He's shaking. He's soaked in sweat and has soaked the sheets around him, too.
Poe climbs up over him and kisses Sheppard's forehead, his cheekbone, his neck, tender little brushes of lips that aren't meant to do anything but comfort. Poe's shaken, and it shows. He's pushed men, women, and others into multiple orgasms before. That's not the part that gets him. The part that gets him is Sheppard crying out his name, tears pouring down his face, until Poe fucked him into silence.
Poe cups John's face with one hand and plants a light kiss on John's lips.
This time there's no wickedness when he says: ] Hold that thought.
[ Poe climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom, plugging the tub--big enough for two--and starting to fill it up. He goes back to John, slowly uncuffing one ankle, then the other, kissing the tops of John's feet as tenderly as he kissed his face.
Then he takes one of John's hands, pulling the man upright enough that Poe can get an arm behind his back. And he scoops John off the bed and carries him to the bathroom. ]
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John is spent. There's a glassy, near-feverish look in his eyes, unfocused and calm. He's shaking. He's soaked in sweat and has soaked the sheets around him, too.
Poe climbs up over him and kisses Sheppard's forehead, his cheekbone, his neck, tender little brushes of lips that aren't meant to do anything but comfort. Poe's shaken, and it shows. He's pushed men, women, and others into multiple orgasms before. That's not the part that gets him. The part that gets him is Sheppard crying out his name, tears pouring down his face, until Poe fucked him into silence.
Poe cups John's face with one hand and plants a light kiss on John's lips.
This time there's no wickedness when he says: ] Hold that thought.
[ Poe climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom, plugging the tub--big enough for two--and starting to fill it up. He goes back to John, slowly uncuffing one ankle, then the other, kissing the tops of John's feet as tenderly as he kissed his face.
Then he takes one of John's hands, pulling the man upright enough that Poe can get an arm behind his back. And he scoops John off the bed and carries him to the bathroom. ]