[ That's all the teasing Poe gets in before John's kissing his neck. He's surprised by how tender it is, the way John lingers. He didn't strike Poe as the type, somehow. It's hard not to relax in spite of the goosebumps. Poe lets his eyes close, the last of the tension unwinding from his gut at the undeniable reassurance that the person he's sharing this space with doesn't mean him harm.
Check off that list item he didn't know was in question. When did he start getting scared of people he knows?
Without opening his eyes: ] Thanks.
[ Then he drags in a deep breath, looks up, and hey. The mistletoe is on its way to bother someone else. ]
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[ That's all the teasing Poe gets in before John's kissing his neck. He's surprised by how tender it is, the way John lingers. He didn't strike Poe as the type, somehow. It's hard not to relax in spite of the goosebumps. Poe lets his eyes close, the last of the tension unwinding from his gut at the undeniable reassurance that the person he's sharing this space with doesn't mean him harm.
Check off that list item he didn't know was in question. When did he start getting scared of people he knows?
Without opening his eyes: ] Thanks.
[ Then he drags in a deep breath, looks up, and hey. The mistletoe is on its way to bother someone else. ]