[ Poe almost chases after Peter's lips when the kiss breaks, leaning up with a disappointed sound that catches in his throat. But when it's clear he's not getting close enough to get at Peter's mouth again, he flops back against the bed, trying to catch his breath as his pulse thunders under Peter's palm. Every word sends his heart skipping, and his dick is riding a traitorous line as the provided image just makes him throb. ]
Kriff, you're a sadist sometimes.
[ He laughs hoarsely as he wets his lips, his fingers flexing and tightening, again testing the way Peter holds him down. ]
Talkin' like you don't already take your damn time.
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Kriff, you're a sadist sometimes.
[ He laughs hoarsely as he wets his lips, his fingers flexing and tightening, again testing the way Peter holds him down. ]
Talkin' like you don't already take your damn time.