[ Peter keeps praising him, and it’s absolutely stupid how Poe thrums with it. Any other moment, he’d toss that cocky grin over his shoulder, offer up something smug and insufferable, but now, he sinks into Peter with a soft noise of his own. It sounds good coming from Peter, and Poe couldn’t even tell himself why.
But with that praise, Peter finally takes pity on him. He isn’t even inclined to intentionally be contrary when Peter orders him to keep his arms in place. He can do it, even as he wishes he could touch Peter or his own cock, but he closes his fingers around his other wrist, just to be sure.
Unfortunately for Poe, Peter doesn’t give him the immediate relief he wanted. Poe chokes on a startled moan as Peter properly wraps his fist around Poe’s cock, but it’s too slow. Poe tries to buck forward, shaking his head quickly. ]
No, fuck, I don't care— Just— don't stop.
[ Peter isn't fucking him with the same ruthless pace, but Poe is still reeling from it, still buzzing with the sparking need it kicked off in his gut. ]
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But with that praise, Peter finally takes pity on him. He isn’t even inclined to intentionally be contrary when Peter orders him to keep his arms in place. He can do it, even as he wishes he could touch Peter or his own cock, but he closes his fingers around his other wrist, just to be sure.
Unfortunately for Poe, Peter doesn’t give him the immediate relief he wanted. Poe chokes on a startled moan as Peter properly wraps his fist around Poe’s cock, but it’s too slow. Poe tries to buck forward, shaking his head quickly. ]
No, fuck, I don't care— Just— don't stop.
[ Peter isn't fucking him with the same ruthless pace, but Poe is still reeling from it, still buzzing with the sparking need it kicked off in his gut. ]
Please don't stop, please.