[ It's intoxicating once Poe slips into that mindless babble, and Peter lets out a low, appreciative sound for it. A part of him wants to keep this going, thinks about slowing down to drag it out and drive Poe into a needy, babbling mess, but—
—Peter's pretty sure Poe would be more likely to throttle him than actually play along. Especially when the guy seems so close to the edge already.
So Peter keeps up that same, relentless rhythm, keeps stroking Poe through it as he drives his own cock into him, again and again. ]
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—Peter's pretty sure Poe would be more likely to throttle him than actually play along. Especially when the guy seems so close to the edge already.
So Peter keeps up that same, relentless rhythm, keeps stroking Poe through it as he drives his own cock into him, again and again. ]
Let me hear you.