[ Peter grins again, something smug and pleased, hiding it against Poe's neck before smothering it to press an open-mouthed kiss against the line of Poe's jaw.
His name sounds so fucking good like that.
He feels the way Poe grinds against him, feels the way he arches up against Peter, desperate for contact. It's a good look for the guy, wanting and needing, face flushed and dark curls made unruly. Peter's been looking forward to fucking Poe all night, sure, but he's also been looking forward to making the guy fall apart. Peter wasn't entirely being a sap earlier – he likes making people feel good, likes helping to push them over that edge where they lose that self-consciousness and just want.
Peter props himself up on one hand, and he uses the other to grip Poe's cock, stroking him in time with each thrust. He's messed with the guy enough so far (but certainly not enough for the night; there's probably more to come), and Peter's apparently decided to reward the guy for his trouble. ]
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His name sounds so fucking good like that.
He feels the way Poe grinds against him, feels the way he arches up against Peter, desperate for contact. It's a good look for the guy, wanting and needing, face flushed and dark curls made unruly. Peter's been looking forward to fucking Poe all night, sure, but he's also been looking forward to making the guy fall apart. Peter wasn't entirely being a sap earlier – he likes making people feel good, likes helping to push them over that edge where they lose that self-consciousness and just want.
Peter props himself up on one hand, and he uses the other to grip Poe's cock, stroking him in time with each thrust. He's messed with the guy enough so far (but certainly not enough for the night; there's probably more to come), and Peter's apparently decided to reward the guy for his trouble. ]