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"Maybe."

Jack shifts his weight, his cock grazing against the bare skin of Poison's thigh. He doesn't have the urgency that he felt in the club, just that same electric hum. He keeps his fingers tight in Poison's hair. "I just like what your face does." He tugs again, holding Poison's head tilted just so so he can press a kiss against his mouth.

"What does my face do?" he asks, even as Jack tries to kiss him. The lack of urgency makes things a little easier, at least, as far as Poison is concerned. No one is about to die a horrible death at the hands of restrained arousal.

"You look really blissed out," says Jack, fingers of his free hand tracing along Poison's jaw, thumb following the bow of his bottom lip. "Like it really does it for you."

"Yeah?" His tongue darts out to lick Jack's thumb. "You look pretty good when you're blissing out too, honey. Maybe I can get you to do it again, even if it's your first time." Poison grins, but he knows, or at least has a feeling, from his experience, that sometimes the first time or two you've got a dick inside you it's... distracting.

He moves forward, and despite being smaller than Jack he uses the position to push Jack back onto the bed. He sits on his hips and leans down to kiss him.

"Hmm. Still wanna go all the way?"

His stomach does a little electric flip when Poison licks his thumb like that. He wonders what he'd look like with Jack's fingers in his mouth. And then, suddenly, dizzyingly, he's on his back, looking up at Poison, Poison's weight across his hips, Poison's body above him. He nods, lifting his head to push into the kiss.

"Fuck yes."

"Yeah?" He lifts his eyebrows, wanting to be sure. "Alright... tap out if you want me to stop. I'm serious, hit me or something 'cause I might not be listening." He pats Jack's side.

Then he slides down, debating how best to do this. Maybe with Jack on his back it would be fine. Maybe Jack would feel less vulnerable? He doesn't know, they'll find out.

Poison settles comfortably between Jack's legs, sort of lazily kissing his way down Jack's stomach, tongue sneaking out to taste here and there. Then he eased back and coaxed Jack to roll over, pulling his hips up as he went along.

And Poison ended up on his knees on the floor. Alright, yeah he was pretty sure this would work. He smoothed his hands down Jack's sides, pulling him closer. Then he bit Jack's ass cheek, because he couldn't fucking help it, as his hands ran over Jack's thighs.

Right then, Jack can't imagine anything in the world that would make him want Poison to stop. He lets Poison move him where he wants him, lets him shift him around on the bed. He feels a little vulnerable, totally exposed, with his knees under him to push his ass into the air. The bite makes him yelp, his hips jerking under Poison's hands. His face is burning. He presses his forehead against the mattress for a moment.

"Sorry," he murmurs, lips moving against Jack's skin as he speaks. He wets his lips. "Remember, you're running the show." No matter how vulnerable Jack feels, Poison hopes he remembers that.

He eases closer, kissing, nipping, and gently pushes Jack's knees further apart. More little, light teases from his teeth before he swipes his tongue right over Jack's hole.

Hopefully he doesn't get punched in the head.

The swipe of his tongue is unexpected, hot and wet and, fuck, right there and Jack whimpers, his forehead still pressed against the sheets.

"That's good," he says, voice trembling. Don't stop.

Poison grins against Jack's skin, then he gets more into it now that he has that reassurance. One hand stands on Jack's ass, just keeping him close; the other slides around, his fingers skating down Jack's belly until they can wrap around his cock.

He rubs and teases with his tongue, lets it dip in just a bit as he gives Jack a squeeze. Yeah. Yeah he could do this for a while.

What Jack realises, what he's been realising pretty much since the day they met is that he trusts Poison. That, while he's chaotic and dangerous, he always won't hurt him. Jack gets that and that makes it easy to relax as Poison touches him a way that he's never even imagined being touched. He squirms his hips, rocking slowly between Poison's mouth and his hand.

Poison keeps at it until his neck hurts. He leans up and rests his head against Jack's back as his hand slides in and his fingers take over where his tongue left off - just gently rubbing for now, testing to see how Jack feels about the change.

"You said you had lube, honey?"

"In the drawer next to the bed," says Jack, still squirming his hips back against the touch of Poison's fingers against his hole. He twists, looking back at him, his face flushed dark as he watches him.

"Uh huh... wanna grab it? Your arms are longer." He eases back a bit and smacks Jack's ass. He'll at least stop distracting him for that.

"Ow!" Jack might be complaining but he also doesn't pull away and his cock definitely twitches when Poison slaps him like that. He leans, reaching for the lube, grabs a couple of condoms while he's there and drops it all on the bed.

Poison pulls everything closer. Lube first. He slicks his fingers and starts rubbing again, teasing until he's sure that he can slide one in without Jack getting tense. "Still okay?"

"Green light," says Jack, closing his eyes and trying to relax, trying to just breathe out and let Poison push into him when he tries. It's weird, the sensation, but he wants it so, so badly.

"Just relax baby." He nuzzles Jack's back and starts stroking his finger in and out. His other hand goes back to Jack's cock, giving him something else to focus on other than the fact that he's being penetrated. "Think I can try another...?"

The touch on his cock is light, a good distraction, and Jack breathes for a second before he nods.

"Please."

"Relax." He kisses the small of Jack's back, nuzzled him there as he gently worked a second in. He waits, not moving at all until he hears Jack exhale, until he feels him relax. Then he starts moving again. Jack is hot and tight and Poison wants to be in him so fucking bad but he is not going to hurt someone like that. Fuck no.

.... Not unless Jack suggested it. But even then, experience would be required before Poison took it seriously.

It takes a while to get used to the very particular way that it hurts before it starts to feel good. Tentatively, Jack rocks his hips back to meet the press of Poison's fingers.

Poison grins and nips Jack's ass cheek. "Just like that," he coos. Poison adjusts the press of his fingers carefully. He's not a doctor or anything... but he knows how to find a prostate. Whatever, it's a useful skill when you fuck guys.

He really does like the biting. Poison's fingers graze over a spot inside him that sends a wave of pleasure through him, less localised that the hand on his cock. He bits his lip over a moan.

Poison grins and focuses a little more, trying to keep just that angle. He wants to feel Jack get into it, wants to know his body wants it as much as his brain does before he goes all the way. When he's pretty sure he can get away with it, he tries adding a third finger.

Pretty soon conscious thought leaves him and he's all sensation, just the movements of Poison's hands, the occasional touch of his mouth. Three feels full but all it does is leave him wanting it more. B

"Cmon," he says, soft, urgent. "Fuck me. I can take it. I want it."

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