That slow, deliberate pace was utterly hypnotizing, eyes falling closed and head tilted back, a groan resonating in his throat under that gentle, dangerous contact. He matched the pace, using the arm around Poe to encourage him to move his hips in time with the hand on his cock.

"Yeah," he breathed, "Second left door--" he broke off sharply as those teeth got him at just the right time to send a jolt all the way through him. "Bottom drawer by the bed." He kept a couple toys in there too. Just for himself, mostly, when he had the time to prepare. Normally he'd be a little unaccountably embarrassed to know someone might find them there, but not tonight.