[ Peter pushes himself back up just in time to hear Poe speak, just in time to catch that smile.
(God. Poe's always had an attractive smile, but that one, bright and defiant in spite of the obvious desire slamming through the guy's system—
Peter hopes he gets to see it more.)
Peter breathes out another laugh of his own, rocking himself against Poe's ass again for a bit more relief. ]
You know, the more you talk back, the more I'm tempted to keep drawing this out.
[ But it's a joke more than a threat. As much as he keeps saying he means to draw this out, Peter's pretty sure they're both going to hit a limit where their need to fuck with one another will be greatly overshadowed by their need to just plain fuck one another.
He bends down again, propping himself up with one hand, and he kisses, licks, sucks, and bites a path from Poe's bruised shoulder to the other. His other hand tightens its grip on Poe's wrists, keeping them just where he wants them, and he grinds himself against Poe's ass, falling into a slow rhythm – nowhere near hard or fast enough to get himself off, but more than enough to start sanding away at that ragged edge of need. ]
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(God. Poe's always had an attractive smile, but that one, bright and defiant in spite of the obvious desire slamming through the guy's system—
Peter hopes he gets to see it more.)
Peter breathes out another laugh of his own, rocking himself against Poe's ass again for a bit more relief. ]
You know, the more you talk back, the more I'm tempted to keep drawing this out.
[ But it's a joke more than a threat. As much as he keeps saying he means to draw this out, Peter's pretty sure they're both going to hit a limit where their need to fuck with one another will be greatly overshadowed by their need to just plain fuck one another.
He bends down again, propping himself up with one hand, and he kisses, licks, sucks, and bites a path from Poe's bruised shoulder to the other. His other hand tightens its grip on Poe's wrists, keeping them just where he wants them, and he grinds himself against Poe's ass, falling into a slow rhythm – nowhere near hard or fast enough to get himself off, but more than enough to start sanding away at that ragged edge of need. ]