[ There’s a bright, sparkling moment where Poe is sure Peter is going to have mercy on him, going to reach between Poe’s legs and finally touch his cock. Under his breath, between those moans, he keeps saying Peter’s name, keeps cursing and—
Peter hauls him upright. Poe gasps sharply, surprised, and then the strangled noise out of him is so close to a genuine sob when he realizes Peter is pinning him again and his aching cock is still left abandoned. He flexes in the iron bars of Peter’s hold, but he’s not willing to put in the effort to really fight to get his arms free. His head falls back on Peter’s shoulder, his eyes glazed, watching nothing on the opposite wall as he pants raggedly for a useful scrap of oxygen.
That broad palm is on his stomach, so close to where he needs it— ]
Peter, fuck, I need to—
[ Another loud sob as he arches against Peter’s chest, trying to coax his hand down.
(He’s too caught up to think about what Peter’s saying and how it sings through him, how hearing something that stupidly simple makes him melt.
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Peter hauls him upright. Poe gasps sharply, surprised, and then the strangled noise out of him is so close to a genuine sob when he realizes Peter is pinning him again and his aching cock is still left abandoned. He flexes in the iron bars of Peter’s hold, but he’s not willing to put in the effort to really fight to get his arms free. His head falls back on Peter’s shoulder, his eyes glazed, watching nothing on the opposite wall as he pants raggedly for a useful scrap of oxygen.
That broad palm is on his stomach, so close to where he needs it— ]
Peter, fuck, I need to—
[ Another loud sob as he arches against Peter’s chest, trying to coax his hand down.
(He’s too caught up to think about what Peter’s saying and how it sings through him, how hearing something that stupidly simple makes him melt.
But fuck, it’s good.) ]