[ Peter can't help it – a low, rough sound escapes him at the quality of Poe's voice, at that please – how thoughtless and desperate and wanting he sounds. Another part of Peter, the part of him that's managed to cling to that hard-earned sense of calm, tells him to tread lightly.
He nuzzles against Poe's hair again, the gesture strangely gentle, considering what a goddamn prick he's been to Poe so far. ]
Perfect.
[ And the praise is dark, a little awed. The arm holding Poe's chest to him relaxes. ]
Fuck, you're perfect.
Keep your hands behind you.
[ After that, he teases the head of Poe's cock, and he slicks his fingers with Poe's precum. The bottle of lube is— somewhere on the bed, but likely out of reach, and while it would certainly make things a little easier on Poe, Peter doubts he has the patience to wait the interminable amount of time it'd take Peter to find it. ]
You sure you wouldn't rather have my mouth?
[ Though even as he asks it, he curls his hand around Poe's shaft, stroking him, slowing down his thrusts to match this new rhythm – not slow, but far less demanding than before. ]
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He nuzzles against Poe's hair again, the gesture strangely gentle, considering what a goddamn prick he's been to Poe so far. ]
Perfect.
[ And the praise is dark, a little awed. The arm holding Poe's chest to him relaxes. ]
Fuck, you're perfect.
Keep your hands behind you.
[ After that, he teases the head of Poe's cock, and he slicks his fingers with Poe's precum. The bottle of lube is— somewhere on the bed, but likely out of reach, and while it would certainly make things a little easier on Poe, Peter doubts he has the patience to wait the interminable amount of time it'd take Peter to find it. ]
You sure you wouldn't rather have my mouth?
[ Though even as he asks it, he curls his hand around Poe's shaft, stroking him, slowing down his thrusts to match this new rhythm – not slow, but far less demanding than before. ]