[ And Peter flashes Poe a similar grin, something a little dark and—
Maybe a little sadistic, like Poe mentioned earlier. Maybe. A little.
It certainly doesn't help that Poe isn't exactly fighting him on this – not in obvious ways, anyway. Nothing about Poe screams submission, but he's still apparently game for this, still letting Peter string him along. And— fuck, he looks amazing, his skin flushed red and dark curls sweat-damp and wild and eyes dark and chest heaving with every ragged breath and—
God, Peter wants him.
His grip loosens on Poe's wrists, and his fingers slip out of him.
His voice is rough and low when he speaks again. ]
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[ And Peter flashes Poe a similar grin, something a little dark and—
Maybe a little sadistic, like Poe mentioned earlier. Maybe. A little.
It certainly doesn't help that Poe isn't exactly fighting him on this – not in obvious ways, anyway. Nothing about Poe screams submission, but he's still apparently game for this, still letting Peter string him along. And— fuck, he looks amazing, his skin flushed red and dark curls sweat-damp and wild and eyes dark and chest heaving with every ragged breath and—
God, Peter wants him.
His grip loosens on Poe's wrists, and his fingers slip out of him.
His voice is rough and low when he speaks again. ]
Turn over for me.