[ Peter breathes out a laugh, his grip tightening minutely on Poe's wrist. ]
Well, you do now.
[ He leans forward, taking hold of Poe's other wrist and tugging it pointedly. Peter, apparently, means to keep Poe from using his hands, as he had earlier, which means the guy would be up on his knees, bent over with his face pressed down into the mattress while Peter fucks him from behind.
It's an awkward position, admittedly, which is why Peter doesn't immediately force Poe into it. He's giving the guy a moment to assess, a moment to figure out if he wants to tell Peter to well and truly fuck off again. ]
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Well, you do now.
[ He leans forward, taking hold of Poe's other wrist and tugging it pointedly. Peter, apparently, means to keep Poe from using his hands, as he had earlier, which means the guy would be up on his knees, bent over with his face pressed down into the mattress while Peter fucks him from behind.
It's an awkward position, admittedly, which is why Peter doesn't immediately force Poe into it. He's giving the guy a moment to assess, a moment to figure out if he wants to tell Peter to well and truly fuck off again. ]