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Relief settles through his chest, warm and bright, and Jack leans down, cradling the side of Poison's face as they kiss, as the elevator doors slide open behind him. He laughs, a little breathlessly.

"I just want to," he says. "I don't even know what, but you..." He swallows. "I want you."

"Then you're gonna have me, baby." He gives Jack a grin and another kiss, then gives him a push towards the door. Then he pauses. "Wait wait wait, do we have latex?"

Safety is important.

Jack has to pull away to unlock the door. The question sends a frision of excitement straight through him.

"I've got condoms," he says, blushing as he opens up his apartment. "And lube."

"Good man," he says, launching from the elevator to catch up to Jack at his door. "Just in case, because. Yeah."

Okay so maybe since going down on Jack he's been thinking about it. What? He smooths his hand up Jack's back as he passes him going through the door.

Jack shivers at the touch and, once they're inside the apartment, he finds that he's nervous, unsure of where he's supposed to start. He bends to unlace his boots, glancing up at Poison, letting his eyes linger a little. Because he can.

Poison grins when he sees Jack looking. "I know you're gonna be whether I say it or not, but you don't have to be nervous." Jack's new but Poison is old hat, and he's content to go as slow or as fast as Jack wants.

"Could you just..." He steps in, pressing himself against Poison again, his hand skimming down to grab at his ass, squeezing. "Take control. This once?"

'This once' implies 'again' but Jack can't think that far ahead.

Poison runs into Jack's chest when a hand grabs his ass. He grins. "Honey you say that like I never took control before." Okay maybe not with Jack, but yeah.

"Which cherry do you wanna pop? 'Cause I'd so be okay face down in your bed if that's easier than having me up in you first," he offers. Sure, he'll take control. But no way is he steering this without input from Jack. It's important. At least these first times... assuming there might be more.

He fights to decide for a moment, that conflict showing clear as day on his face. He rides out a wave of fluttering nerves.

"I want you to fuck me." Feeling alive is always worth the risk.

Poison's actually really surprised and it shows for a second, but hey, some surprises are good. He leans up for another kiss and then nods. "Alright, definitely the bed then."

He starts pushing Jack towards the bedroom. And maybe also trying to undress both of them at the same time.

Jack lets Poison push him, tugging off his shirt, tangling his fingers in Poison's to pull it up and off. He laughs, breathless.

It occurs to Poison that he's never been in any state of undress around Jack. Granted, Jack's never had cause to be naked around him, either, but Poison's at least seen his dick already.

He slides out of his shirt - he's in decent shape but lean. Scars and faded burns, but no tattoos. He gets closer to Jack and kisses him again, trying to devour his mouth as he fights that damn belt buckle again to get it loose and Jack's pants down.

Jack helps, pushing jeans and underwear down together and then sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Naked, surprisingly comfortable with that, he reaches for Poison's jeans.

"Can I?"

"Yeah, totally." Poison moves closer, standing comfortably between Jack's legs. He strokes his fingers back through Jack's hair and leans down to get a kiss before getting out of Jack's way. His thumb strokes over Jack's neck.

His belt, at least, is not as complicated. The jeans are tight, though, and he's realizing they're going to have to peel them off. Beneath, a pair of... red boxer briefs.

They match his hair.

The red underwear makes him grin, breathless. The colour undeniably suits Poison, standing out stark and vibrant against pale skin. Without thinking too clearly, without waiting for doubt to set in, Jack works Poison's jeans down around his thighs and then leans in, grazing his mouth against the hard line of Poison's cock through thin cotton.

"You're beautiful," he breathes, head spinning a little.

Poison's kind of surprised that Jack's just going for it - he figured someone confronting the fact that they might like dick for the first time might be more... Shy? But maybe that's silly to think. He certainly hadn't been.

He slides his fingers through Jack's hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. The wet heat of Jack's mouth makes his stomach swoop and his entire body suddenly remembers it's been wanting relief since the club. But this isn't something he can rush.

"Thanks honey," he coos. Then he gives Jack's head a light push. "Gotta go easy on me if we actually wanna fu-- uhm. Do this all the way."

Is it too insensitive to call it fucking the first time?

"What?" Asks Jack, eyebrow slightly raised. He feels drunk on this, on the body in front of him, on how much he wants. "You don't think you can get it up for me more than once?" He pouts a little. "That's hurtful."

That startles a laugh out of him. "I'm older than you!" Which isn't by too much he knows, but still. While Poison is certainly willing to attempt marathon sex he's also doesn't have the recovery time of a teenager anymore.

Then again, maybe that would be helpful, considering.

He grins and tightens his fingers in Jack's hair. "Okay... Do your worst."

Jack takes a deep breath and then he drags Poison's underwear down, stripping him naked. Jack lets his breath out in a shiver. His tongue darts out to touch his bottom lip.

"Fuck." He leans in, brushing a kiss against the shaft of Poison's cock.

"We'll get to that," he quips. The light brush of Jack's lips is the worst tease, but a first blow job feels like something he shouldn't rush. He's not exactly as impressive as Jack but he's never had any complaints either.

He's teasing, he knows he is but he still doesn't know how to go any quicker. Tentatively, he curls his fingers around Poison's cock, stroking slowly, swiping his thumb over the slick head.

"I want to see what you look like when you..." He blushes darkly. "When you come but I'm not sure I..." He frowns. "I want to." He huffs a little laugh, rests his head against Poison's belly for a second, his cock brushing against his cheek. "Help?"

Poison thinks maybe this needs to be less intimidating. He leans to kiss Jack, then flops down on the bed next to him so he can get his boots off, since no way his pants were going any further with those on.

Once he's actually naked he eases back towards the top of the bed and reaches for Jack. Maybe him being more prone would help? He doesn't know, the first time he did all this was more like what had happened in the bathroom earlier.

He pulls Jack into a kiss, slow but with plenty if heat as he takes his time tasting. And while they kiss he reaches to catch Jack's dominant hand, guiding it down to his cock. He leads the movement, sort of using Jack's hand to stroke himself. "Anything I start doing that you don't like, just say so okay?"

Jack breaks the kiss long enough to nod, letting Poison guide the pace of his hand. Jack leans in to kiss him again, hungrily nudging the kiss deeper with his lips and tongue.

Poison moans into the kiss and rocks his hips towards Jack's hand. Then he lets go, let's Jack take over so he can reach for Jack's dick instead. He's grinning as he breaks the kiss.

"So you really wanna see me come before I get started on you?"

His breath catches when Poison touches his cock; he's well on his way to being hard. He laughs, ducks his head a little before he looks up through his lashes.

"Kind of, yeah." He rolls his wrist, swiping his thumb over the head of Poison's cock.

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