[ Any snarky commentary on the tip of Poe's tongue flies right out the window as Peter goes from zero to sixty fast enough to make Poe's head spin. Admittedly, it's what Poe was asking for, but when Peter drops it in his lap so suddenly, it's hard to recover.
Especially when Peter so expertly presses right up against his prostate.
He shouts and strains against Peter's hand on his wrists, and this time, it's far less an attempt to test Peter's grip, and more because Poe is a loud, squirmy son of a bitch. His arms shake a little when they meet resistance, and he gasps for breath, his eyes wide as he presses his head back against the bed. ]
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[ Any snarky commentary on the tip of Poe's tongue flies right out the window as Peter goes from zero to sixty fast enough to make Poe's head spin. Admittedly, it's what Poe was asking for, but when Peter drops it in his lap so suddenly, it's hard to recover.
Especially when Peter so expertly presses right up against his prostate.
He shouts and strains against Peter's hand on his wrists, and this time, it's far less an attempt to test Peter's grip, and more because Poe is a loud, squirmy son of a bitch. His arms shake a little when they meet resistance, and he gasps for breath, his eyes wide as he presses his head back against the bed. ]
Fuck, y-you're trying to kill me.