[The hotel isn't anything like John expects. He thought it would be something fancier. Sexier. The kind of hotel you bring someone to when you want to get high and fuck the living daylights out of each other.
But it's cute, and reminds John of the cozy little cottages surrounding his family's lakefront summer home. The kind of place you could stay for a few days without going crazy, because it feels close enough to a home.
Poe holds John from behind, and John is warm again. His bare arms are still goosebumped, but for different reasons.
Three nights. A bag Poe packed for them. Them. John leans back into him, resting his head on Poe's shoulder. Staring forward, but with a funny kind of smile on his face.]
I like it.
I'll call Rodney tomorrow morning. I'm sure he'll appreciate having the place to himself for a few days. Just him and his tentacle porn.
[ John says I like it, and Poe finally relaxes. He presses his face against John's neck, kissing him there, making a noise of mild surprise at John's declaration about Rodney. ]
Huh. He didn't seem like the type.
[ Poe shakes his head. Rodney's sex life is none of his business. He has his own sex life to think about right now, thank, and that's a lot more interesting anyway.
A gentle bite against John's neck. ]
Do you want to get undressed or to you want me to do it for you.
[Poe's lips and teeth spark against John's skin. He hums in consideration, enjoying the attention from within the security of Poe's arms.
Before this, John's day had been busy, but more or less uneventful. He worked his shift, did some laundry, cleaned, and was going to spend the rest of the night eating take-out and playing X-Box, at least until Poe showed up at his door.
Now he's here, and honestly doesn't know what will happen. For once, this isn't John's plan, and he's not in control. It's scary, but there's relief in letting go of the reins, too. In just answering Poe's questions, without a goal, or direction.
Sometimes he doesn't want to be the commander of anyone. Not even himself.]
I want you to do it for me.
[He shivers almost as soon as he says it, feeling strangely spoiled.]
[ Poe's hands slide down to John's pajama pants, his thumbs teasing under the band. ] You don't have any buttons for me to play with.
[ Stil, Poe kneels, drawing the pants down to John's ankles. He kisses the back of one of John's calves, lifts that foot free of the shackles of cloth, kisses the other calf, repeats. Then he eases himself back to his feet, hooking his hands underneath John's shirt and lifting as he straightens up. ]
Arms up. [ Murmured in John's ear. Then: ] Maybe I should have let you get dressed. Would've taken me longer that way.
[John gets what the feeling is, now, with Poe undressing him like he's something precious to be carefully unwrapped.
He feels special, in a way he never has before.
It's almost alarming. Definitely overwhelming. John's already dizzy and overheated by the time Poe stands again, closing his eyes and catching his breath when he lifts his arms up over his head for the t-shirt to come off.]
C'mon. You love the flannel.
[He's talking a big game, but there's no denying the slight tremble of his bicep, or the way he shifts his weight from hip to hip, vibrating with energy. He can't stand still.]
[ Poe slides his arms around John's waist, one hand trailing down between his legs to finger his dick lightly. ]
You want to try the powder? [ A kiss on the neck, another against the back of John's jaw, and Poe takes the man's ear in his mouth lightly for a moment and tugs before he murmurs: ] Or should I do it the old-fashioned way?
[He's not hard yet, but if Poe keeps chewing on John's ear like that, he will be. Poe knows what that does to him. By now, he knows all of John's weak spots. Inside and out. They've had more sex in the past two months than John's had in five years with all of his flings combined.
Poe's fucked him more than any other man has, and John still can't get enough. He's not sure he ever will.
Poe's hands, Poe's lips, Poe's voice, Poe's eyes. John jerks off to them when he's by himself, and lonely. His own hands are poor replacements for Poe's fingers and dick, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and John is nothing if not adaptable.
He looks back over his shoulder, hands resting on Poe's arm around his waist. John's nervous, but he trusts Poe, and that feels far more vulnerable, and thrilling, than any drug.]
You tell me the second you feel uncomfortable, and we stop.
[ He draws away gently to go to their bag, taking out the powder, not bothering with the gloves. He's going to try it himself, or ask John to try it on him, so what's the point?
Poe deliberates for a moment before he chooses red. It's not like the color matters, but he feels like red suits John. Not his eyes, maybe, but his spirit.
He dips his fingers into the powder and turns around, drawing his color-loaded fingertips across the skin just above John's penis, through pubic hair and up toward his belly button. Poe himself can already feel the tingle of euphoria starting, slight but more powerful than it was when he just tried a dab of the stuff.
Poe exhales quietly, rolling his fingers up over John's hip and circling until he's standing behind the man again and John has a thick stripe of color running from crotch to the cleft of his ass. ]
[He almost jumps when poe's powdered fingers make contact. There's a jolt of something, like a static shock. It shoots straight down John's spine and into his gut. Then a softer, steadier buzz conducted by the path of Poe's fingertips over his skin. The combination has John half hard by the time Poe is behind him. He shivers.
It's been a solid decade since John's done anything stronger than what's been prescribed to him by a doctor. For John, flight has always been his highest high, and danger his quiet addiction.
His neck softens, head falling forward with a heavy sigh. Tension easing. Muscle relaxing. Shoulders dropping. He becomes smaller, and narrower. John presents so much bigger and stronger than he is. He's had to, in order to lead the pack and stand beside men and women greater than himself. He can convince most people. At least for long enough to get the job done.
Here, now, John doesn't have to convince anyone. It's a relief.]
[ The comparison makes Poe chuckle. He can see where it comes from, and John's not wrong. ] Good.
[ Another dab of the powder, another snap of that heady feeling. This time Poe reaches around to glide his fingers over the base of John's dick, kissing the back of John's neck as the man lets his head fall forward. Poe likes seeing him relax. It's like John is shedding a second uniform, a second set of tactical gear, one that weighs infinitely more than the stuff he carries outside of the bedroom.
A scoop of powder this time, and Poe presses himself close to John, wanting him, wanting John to stay relaxed, stay feeling good. Poe grabs John's ass lightly with his red-smeared hand and then eases a thick smear of color down between John's legs, painting his thighs, his taint.
Poe pins John close with his free hand, the one still holding the bag of powder. ]
I was thinking how much I'd like to mix a little bit of this in with the lube. [ On the word lube, Poe flicks his powder-stained fingertips against the rim of John's anus. ]
Ah- [The powder against his soft tissue is an electric current, jolting between his legs. Catching him off-guard. John's head snaps back, his thighs twitching together. He grasps behind him for Poe, for his arms or hips, anything to keep him up if his knees fail. Fingers digging into olive skin hard enough to bruise.
Mixed with lube, would the potency of the powder be weaker or stronger? John can't imagine it inside of himself. His dick is already hard enough to hurt, messy with smears of red and pre-come. There's no halfway with this stuff. John's chest is already heaving, his warming skin becoming dewy with sweat. He's already feeling feverish, and a little lightheaded.]
Tell me to stop and I'll stop. [ And then he slips his fingers into John's hole, massaging it into the walls of his rectum. The buzz is hitting Poe too, making him breathe quicker, making him feel every point of contact in a steady almost vibratory hum.
There's no way John can miss Poe getting hard against his ass. Into John's ear: ]
Because if you don't tell me to stop, really tell me to stop? I'm going to fuck you blind, John.
[John actually sways, his spine going liquid and knees buckling. All that's holding him up is Poe's arm around his waist. He'd be embarrassed if he could think at all. John's mind is mercifully blank.
All there is the powder. Poe's voice in his head, fingers in his ass, and the searing heat of his dick against John's skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before. Too much, and not enough at the same time. Dizzying. Terrifying. Arousing.
His eyes swim as he tries to look behind himself at Poe, lids heavy, lashes dusting his already flushed cheeks.]
[ Poe lets the bag of powder drop, feels it scatter across his feet as it hits the ground. He tightens his grip around John's stomach and lifting the man off his feet, his fingers still massaging John's walls, more pressure, more speed.
He doesn't throw John onto the bed so much as he hoists him on to it and then pins him there, laying on top of him, one hand now gripping John's wrist and the other rolling his fingertips roughly against John's hole. ]
[Growled out of the back of his throat, half smothered by the mattress. John bites hard on his lower lip, choking back an undignified sound. The room spins.
Poe is heavy on top of him, and John is powerless to do anything but struggle. He yanks at his arm, fingers reaching for and twisting into comforter. Growls again, pushing back with his hips and regretting it. This time he can't stop himself from whimpering, because Poe's fingers are deep and he wants them deeper. The powder has John burning up inside, makes him itch in places only Poe can scratch.
He turns his face into the bed, swearing, refusing to give.]
[ Press, roll, penetrate just a little deeper, with three fingers now instead of two, splayed out and massaging John's walls against his prostate. ] Do I need to bring out the toys before you start being honest with me?
[ He presses down hard, bringing his lips to John's ear again. ] Forgot to mention those, didn't I.
Poe knows exactly how to touch John. What gets him off and drives him crazy. Even without the powder, or toys, Poe could make John come like this. What he'll do with the extra help? John can't think clearly enough to imagine.
Three fingers is almost enough. Then Poe pushes down, into him, directly against that already swollen wall of muscle, and John spasms. Loses control of his lower body entirely. His legs go limp, splaying out uselessly beneath him. So much for putting up a fight.
Still, even trembling and panting, John won't say it. For no reason other than pure stubbornness, and a self-destructive streak.]
[ He keeps the pressure going, pushing John's wrist down harder, wanting John to get off so powerfully that the thought almost makes Poe come himself. God knows he's hard. He feels euphoric. Drunk with lust. Like the dial of every sensation has been turned up and he can't find the switch to turn them off.
He kisses the back of John's neck like it can return the gesture, tongue and teeth, hips rolling against John's ass as his fingers work against John's pliant walls. ]
[John can't take it anymore. He comes hard, with a shudder that starts beneath Poe's teeth at the back of his neck and ends at the tail of his spine, vibrating through his entire body.
He tenses up inside, squeezing tight around Poe's fingers, then goes entirely slack. Poe will feel the aftershocks. Smaller shudders and spasms as John gasps for air, chest and back heaving. Not unusual after a deep prostate orgasm, but even more intense and drawn out thanks to the powder. John's skin is still impossibly sensitive, prickling at every touch.
And that itch is still there. Even deeper than before. Massaged into muscle and organ through his incredibly absorbant insides. John groans, wiping his sweat-streaked face off against the sheets. He pulls weakly at his wrist, trying to push up onto his elbows.]
That's not how you're supposed to tell me no. That tells me yes.
[ His voice is wickedly teasing, rather than some throaty growl. Still, Poe presses down with muscle and weight to keep John still under him. He feels every tremor of John's body. His dick almost hurts, it's so hard, but it isn't his turn yet. Not yet. All he gets to do for now is kiss John's neck, his back, up to his hair line and around his jaw to his ear. Poe bites the tender skin of John's earlobe. Hard. Then licks the spot with a very gentle tongue.
He starts again, teasing his fingers around John's rim, penetrating with one finger, rolling it around inside. ]
[John's breath hitches with the pentration. He's already slicked up and swollen inside, softer and more pliant than the first time. More sensitive, too.
This isn't a fair fight, and something tells John Poe doesn't care. Dazed. High. Horny. Helpless. All John can really do is take it, and he's never been good at that. John doesn't know how to surrender.
His legs twitch against the bed, trapped by Poe's legs. John doesn't have the strength to do more than pull at the sheets, fingers clenching into loose fists. Toes curling in on themselves.]
You're being mean.
[A frustrated, boyish pout if there ever was one. Poe better take this to his grave.]
[ Poe laughs breathlessly, feeling like he's run ten miles and could run twenty more. He's certainly going to put John through his paces. He's barely even started yet. ]
The mean has to go somewhere.
[ He proves his point by dragging his finger roughly down John's rectal wall against his prostate and withdrawing, just to penetrate again with his thumb. He works the tissue like he's finessing a bit of machinery into place, withdraws again, then penetrates with three fingers and drags them in a quick circle inside John. ]
[t probably says something about John that it drives him crazy, to be held down and manhandled. Poe's fingers are thick, rough and strong, so much more satisfying than his own. How's John supposed to go back, after this? Poe's ruined him. John knows that much.
He catches the blanket between his teeth, muffling a strangled moan. He arches beneath Poe, slippery with sweat, but can't get any leverage. Poe digs deeper, and John collapses all over again. He can only breathe in short, pitched gasps, because every curve of those fingers steals the air right out of his lungs.]
Poe, please-
[John doesn't even know what he's pleading for, other than a reprieve from the pressure already building up again between his hips, inside of him, which feels dangerously like he might wet himself. Not exactly the same, but similar enough John can't help but squirm with panic.]
Relax, John. [ This time it's a murmur, reassuring, while he works his fingers gently against the bump of John's swelling prostate. It'll be better if John is relaxed.
Poe can't help thinking about that first night, about bulling through John's doorway and pinning him against the dresser. The dazed look on his face, the desperation to do something while Poe made him hold still, made the night about John even against the man's instincts.
Poe feels his heartbeat pulsing through his dick and moans into John's ear. ] Just relax.
[John doesn't relax so much as he goes limp. The sustained direct stimulation is tranquilizing. Every stroke of Poe's fingers makes him convulse inside, moan in his throat, and tremble.
He's high as a kite, the powder absorbed into his blood stream through his skin and soft tissues. John doesn't know up from down. The sound of Poe's voice, his fingers, and the weight of his body on top of John are all feeding into the same pool of pleasure.
John's not disobeying anymore, at the very least. If only because he can't.
Poe speaks again, and John comes just from the heat of his breath against his ear. He shudders, flinching, his thighs spasming on either side of Poe's arm. Another moan, but this time he can't mute it, high and ragged. Torn from him.]
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Date: 2018-03-05 02:26 am (UTC)But it's cute, and reminds John of the cozy little cottages surrounding his family's lakefront summer home. The kind of place you could stay for a few days without going crazy, because it feels close enough to a home.
Poe holds John from behind, and John is warm again. His bare arms are still goosebumped, but for different reasons.
Three nights. A bag Poe packed for them. Them. John leans back into him, resting his head on Poe's shoulder. Staring forward, but with a funny kind of smile on his face.]
I like it.
I'll call Rodney tomorrow morning. I'm sure he'll appreciate having the place to himself for a few days. Just him and his tentacle porn.
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Date: 2018-03-05 02:56 am (UTC)Huh. He didn't seem like the type.
[ Poe shakes his head. Rodney's sex life is none of his business. He has his own sex life to think about right now, thank, and that's a lot more interesting anyway.
A gentle bite against John's neck. ]
Do you want to get undressed or to you want me to do it for you.
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Date: 2018-03-05 06:38 am (UTC)[Poe's lips and teeth spark against John's skin. He hums in consideration, enjoying the attention from within the security of Poe's arms.
Before this, John's day had been busy, but more or less uneventful. He worked his shift, did some laundry, cleaned, and was going to spend the rest of the night eating take-out and playing X-Box, at least until Poe showed up at his door.
Now he's here, and honestly doesn't know what will happen. For once, this isn't John's plan, and he's not in control. It's scary, but there's relief in letting go of the reins, too. In just answering Poe's questions, without a goal, or direction.
Sometimes he doesn't want to be the commander of anyone. Not even himself.]
I want you to do it for me.
[He shivers almost as soon as he says it, feeling strangely spoiled.]
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Date: 2018-03-05 06:50 am (UTC)[ Stil, Poe kneels, drawing the pants down to John's ankles. He kisses the back of one of John's calves, lifts that foot free of the shackles of cloth, kisses the other calf, repeats. Then he eases himself back to his feet, hooking his hands underneath John's shirt and lifting as he straightens up. ]
Arms up. [ Murmured in John's ear. Then: ] Maybe I should have let you get dressed. Would've taken me longer that way.
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Date: 2018-03-05 11:25 pm (UTC)He feels special, in a way he never has before.
It's almost alarming. Definitely overwhelming. John's already dizzy and overheated by the time Poe stands again, closing his eyes and catching his breath when he lifts his arms up over his head for the t-shirt to come off.]
C'mon. You love the flannel.
[He's talking a big game, but there's no denying the slight tremble of his bicep, or the way he shifts his weight from hip to hip, vibrating with energy. He can't stand still.]
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Date: 2018-03-06 07:25 am (UTC)You want to try the powder? [ A kiss on the neck, another against the back of John's jaw, and Poe takes the man's ear in his mouth lightly for a moment and tugs before he murmurs: ] Or should I do it the old-fashioned way?
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Date: 2018-03-06 07:51 am (UTC)Poe's fucked him more than any other man has, and John still can't get enough. He's not sure he ever will.
Poe's hands, Poe's lips, Poe's voice, Poe's eyes. John jerks off to them when he's by himself, and lonely. His own hands are poor replacements for Poe's fingers and dick, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and John is nothing if not adaptable.
He looks back over his shoulder, hands resting on Poe's arm around his waist. John's nervous, but he trusts Poe, and that feels far more vulnerable, and thrilling, than any drug.]
I'll try it.
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Date: 2018-03-06 07:59 am (UTC)[ He draws away gently to go to their bag, taking out the powder, not bothering with the gloves. He's going to try it himself, or ask John to try it on him, so what's the point?
Poe deliberates for a moment before he chooses red. It's not like the color matters, but he feels like red suits John. Not his eyes, maybe, but his spirit.
He dips his fingers into the powder and turns around, drawing his color-loaded fingertips across the skin just above John's penis, through pubic hair and up toward his belly button. Poe himself can already feel the tingle of euphoria starting, slight but more powerful than it was when he just tried a dab of the stuff.
Poe exhales quietly, rolling his fingers up over John's hip and circling until he's standing behind the man again and John has a thick stripe of color running from crotch to the cleft of his ass. ]
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Date: 2018-03-07 05:17 am (UTC)[He almost jumps when poe's powdered fingers make contact. There's a jolt of something, like a static shock. It shoots straight down John's spine and into his gut. Then a softer, steadier buzz conducted by the path of Poe's fingertips over his skin. The combination has John half hard by the time Poe is behind him. He shivers.
It's been a solid decade since John's done anything stronger than what's been prescribed to him by a doctor. For John, flight has always been his highest high, and danger his quiet addiction.
His neck softens, head falling forward with a heavy sigh. Tension easing. Muscle relaxing. Shoulders dropping. He becomes smaller, and narrower. John presents so much bigger and stronger than he is. He's had to, in order to lead the pack and stand beside men and women greater than himself. He can convince most people. At least for long enough to get the job done.
Here, now, John doesn't have to convince anyone. It's a relief.]
Feels... good. Kinda like pulling G's.
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Date: 2018-03-07 08:10 am (UTC)[ Another dab of the powder, another snap of that heady feeling. This time Poe reaches around to glide his fingers over the base of John's dick, kissing the back of John's neck as the man lets his head fall forward. Poe likes seeing him relax. It's like John is shedding a second uniform, a second set of tactical gear, one that weighs infinitely more than the stuff he carries outside of the bedroom.
A scoop of powder this time, and Poe presses himself close to John, wanting him, wanting John to stay relaxed, stay feeling good. Poe grabs John's ass lightly with his red-smeared hand and then eases a thick smear of color down between John's legs, painting his thighs, his taint.
Poe pins John close with his free hand, the one still holding the bag of powder. ]
I was thinking how much I'd like to mix a little bit of this in with the lube. [ On the word lube, Poe flicks his powder-stained fingertips against the rim of John's anus. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 03:28 am (UTC)Mixed with lube, would the potency of the powder be weaker or stronger? John can't imagine it inside of himself. His dick is already hard enough to hurt, messy with smears of red and pre-come. There's no halfway with this stuff. John's chest is already heaving, his warming skin becoming dewy with sweat. He's already feeling feverish, and a little lightheaded.]
Yeah, I don't know about that-
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:12 am (UTC)There's no way John can miss Poe getting hard against his ass. Into John's ear: ]
Because if you don't tell me to stop, really tell me to stop? I'm going to fuck you blind, John.
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:33 am (UTC)All there is the powder. Poe's voice in his head, fingers in his ass, and the searing heat of his dick against John's skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before. Too much, and not enough at the same time. Dizzying. Terrifying. Arousing.
His eyes swim as he tries to look behind himself at Poe, lids heavy, lashes dusting his already flushed cheeks.]
What the hell.
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Date: 2018-03-08 05:15 am (UTC)He doesn't throw John onto the bed so much as he hoists him on to it and then pins him there, laying on top of him, one hand now gripping John's wrist and the other rolling his fingertips roughly against John's hole. ]
You like it? Tell me how much you like it, John.
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Date: 2018-03-08 05:45 am (UTC)[Growled out of the back of his throat, half smothered by the mattress. John bites hard on his lower lip, choking back an undignified sound. The room spins.
Poe is heavy on top of him, and John is powerless to do anything but struggle. He yanks at his arm, fingers reaching for and twisting into comforter. Growls again, pushing back with his hips and regretting it. This time he can't stop himself from whimpering, because Poe's fingers are deep and he wants them deeper. The powder has John burning up inside, makes him itch in places only Poe can scratch.
He turns his face into the bed, swearing, refusing to give.]
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Date: 2018-03-08 05:59 am (UTC)[ Press, roll, penetrate just a little deeper, with three fingers now instead of two, splayed out and massaging John's walls against his prostate. ] Do I need to bring out the toys before you start being honest with me?
[ He presses down hard, bringing his lips to John's ear again. ] Forgot to mention those, didn't I.
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Date: 2018-03-08 06:23 am (UTC)[Snarled raggedly through gritted teeth.
Poe knows exactly how to touch John. What gets him off and drives him crazy. Even without the powder, or toys, Poe could make John come like this. What he'll do with the extra help? John can't think clearly enough to imagine.
Three fingers is almost enough. Then Poe pushes down, into him, directly against that already swollen wall of muscle, and John spasms. Loses control of his lower body entirely. His legs go limp, splaying out uselessly beneath him. So much for putting up a fight.
Still, even trembling and panting, John won't say it. For no reason other than pure stubbornness, and a self-destructive streak.]
How long have you been planning this?
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Date: 2018-03-08 06:33 am (UTC)He kisses the back of John's neck like it can return the gesture, tongue and teeth, hips rolling against John's ass as his fingers work against John's pliant walls. ]
You want an answer, give me one.
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Date: 2018-03-08 06:52 am (UTC)[John can't take it anymore. He comes hard, with a shudder that starts beneath Poe's teeth at the back of his neck and ends at the tail of his spine, vibrating through his entire body.
He tenses up inside, squeezing tight around Poe's fingers, then goes entirely slack. Poe will feel the aftershocks. Smaller shudders and spasms as John gasps for air, chest and back heaving. Not unusual after a deep prostate orgasm, but even more intense and drawn out thanks to the powder. John's skin is still impossibly sensitive, prickling at every touch.
And that itch is still there. Even deeper than before. Massaged into muscle and organ through his incredibly absorbant insides. John groans, wiping his sweat-streaked face off against the sheets. He pulls weakly at his wrist, trying to push up onto his elbows.]
Time out.
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Date: 2018-03-08 06:59 am (UTC)[ His voice is wickedly teasing, rather than some throaty growl. Still, Poe presses down with muscle and weight to keep John still under him. He feels every tremor of John's body. His dick almost hurts, it's so hard, but it isn't his turn yet. Not yet. All he gets to do for now is kiss John's neck, his back, up to his hair line and around his jaw to his ear. Poe bites the tender skin of John's earlobe. Hard. Then licks the spot with a very gentle tongue.
He starts again, teasing his fingers around John's rim, penetrating with one finger, rolling it around inside. ]
That tells me exactly what I wanted to know.
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Date: 2018-03-08 07:18 am (UTC)[John's breath hitches with the pentration. He's already slicked up and swollen inside, softer and more pliant than the first time. More sensitive, too.
This isn't a fair fight, and something tells John Poe doesn't care. Dazed. High. Horny. Helpless. All John can really do is take it, and he's never been good at that. John doesn't know how to surrender.
His legs twitch against the bed, trapped by Poe's legs. John doesn't have the strength to do more than pull at the sheets, fingers clenching into loose fists. Toes curling in on themselves.]
You're being mean.
[A frustrated, boyish pout if there ever was one. Poe better take this to his grave.]
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Date: 2018-03-08 07:26 am (UTC)The mean has to go somewhere.
[ He proves his point by dragging his finger roughly down John's rectal wall against his prostate and withdrawing, just to penetrate again with his thumb. He works the tissue like he's finessing a bit of machinery into place, withdraws again, then penetrates with three fingers and drags them in a quick circle inside John. ]
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Date: 2018-03-11 03:54 am (UTC)He catches the blanket between his teeth, muffling a strangled moan. He arches beneath Poe, slippery with sweat, but can't get any leverage. Poe digs deeper, and John collapses all over again. He can only breathe in short, pitched gasps, because every curve of those fingers steals the air right out of his lungs.]
Poe, please-
[John doesn't even know what he's pleading for, other than a reprieve from the pressure already building up again between his hips, inside of him, which feels dangerously like he might wet himself. Not exactly the same, but similar enough John can't help but squirm with panic.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 04:26 am (UTC)Poe can't help thinking about that first night, about bulling through John's doorway and pinning him against the dresser. The dazed look on his face, the desperation to do something while Poe made him hold still, made the night about John even against the man's instincts.
Poe feels his heartbeat pulsing through his dick and moans into John's ear. ] Just relax.
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Date: 2018-03-11 04:59 am (UTC)He's high as a kite, the powder absorbed into his blood stream through his skin and soft tissues. John doesn't know up from down. The sound of Poe's voice, his fingers, and the weight of his body on top of John are all feeding into the same pool of pleasure.
John's not disobeying anymore, at the very least. If only because he can't.
Poe speaks again, and John comes just from the heat of his breath against his ear. He shudders, flinching, his thighs spasming on either side of Poe's arm. Another moan, but this time he can't mute it, high and ragged. Torn from him.]
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