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"Oh fuck, baby..." He gasps as Jack's voice vibrates around him. Poison's hand slides, gently gripping the back of his neck. "Can you be a good boy? Can you let me fuck your throat, just a little?" He'll stop if it seems like too much, but fuck he wants to try.

Jack can't exactly nod with his mouth full of cock, but he does squeeze Poison's thighs, hoping that he takes that as a yes. He closes his eyes, works on relaxing his throat.

Poison waits a moment and adjusts his grip so he can hold Jack's head just so. He rocks his hips, moaning the first time he slides down Jack's throat. "Oh fuck baby, you're doing so good." He tries to stay focused on Jack's face, watching for signs for distress as fucks him, just like this. "Just relax, fuck."

Edited 2016-05-12 20:08 (UTC)

It feels so, so good. Jack hasn't examined his reaction to this too closely, how much he likes it when Poison uses him like that, when he uses him like an object. Jack fights to keep his throat relaxed and liquid, content to let Poison roll his hips and fuck his mouth, breathing through his nose when he can.

"I'm gonna come, baby. You can be good and swallow it, right? Be a good boy," he gasps out, arching a bit as that delicious feeling thrums through him. "Fuck, I'm--"

When he comes he grips Jack's neck and his hair, trying to be careful but it feels so good.

He's had enough practice at this now that he doesn't choke, that he manages to swallow smoothly when Poison comes down his throat. He doesn't miss condoms at all. Jesus. He whimpers around the weight of the cock in his mouth.

Poison groans as he drops back onto the bed, letting his hands slide free. "Holy fuck," he breathes. He makes sure Jack sits back a little so he can breathe too, but that's about all the effort he makes.

Jack sucks Poison's cock a little more, until he starts to soften and then he pulls back, sitting back on his heels. His cock is aching hard between his thighs. He doesn't try to get up.

"Good enough?"

"Very good, baby. You did really, really good. C'mere." He pats the bed next to him, because he's not sure he can do much more just then.

Jack crawls up alongside Poison and collapses onto the mattress, cock pressed against the sheets. He presses a kiss against Poison's shoulder. He feels vague and floating. It's good.

Poison smiles at him. "You doing okay, honey? Think you could hold out a little longer for me? I really wanna fuck you."

"I think I'll do whatever you tell me to do," says Jack, eyes drifting closed. "I like how it feels when you use me."

He brushes his fingertips down Jack's spine, tracing the line. "You're being a really good boy," he says. "Just wait a little longer so I can be in you. It's gonna feel so good." He moves closer, twisting to face Jack so he can kiss him, tender compared to what he's been doing.

Jack leans into the kiss, chasing it a little deeper. His hips shift under the brush of Poison's fingers.

"You can keep going," he says. "Keep treating me like that."

"Just tell me if that changes." They talk about that a lot, and Poison has developed the tendency to check in with Jack. Sometime, though, if he's worked up, it's hard to remember. He kisses Jack again, content to make out for a little while as his arousal builds back up.

He coaxes Jack to move a little, so he can reach his cock. He wants to touch him more. "Just remember you can't come yet."

"No, Sir," says Jack, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he shifts, as Poison starts to stroke his cock. "Won't come until you say I can. Promise."

"You don't have to call me 'sir'," he says. He kisses Jack again, then gently pushes him to roll over more. He gets the lube, figuring he can just take some time getting Jack ready. It's another excuse to tease him.

Poison settles between Jack's legs and slicks his fingers. He watches his face as they tease over his hole before he pushes one in.

"I know that, boo," says Jack, biting his lip as Poison pushes a finger into his ass. He spreads his thighs wider legs bent, heels pressing against Poison. "I'm fucking with you."

Poison rolls his eyes, trying not to smile. He smacks Jack's thigh with his free hand, then works a second finger into him. "Don't be a brat or I'll take all my games and go home."

"You've been here for like, three days," points out Jack, rolling his hips to fuck down onto Poison's fingers, moaning a little when he slaps him again. "We both know you like it here."

"Doesn't mean I won't be mean to make a point," he insists. "You're supposed to be good." He slaps Jack again, waiting until he pushes his hips toward his fingers.

Jack's pretty sure his ass tightens around Poison's fingers when he slaps him like that.

"I'll be good," he says. "I'll do any filthy thing you want." He does his best bright grin to accompany that.

"Uh huh, you look way too pleased with yourself." He reaches up to give Jack's cheek a light smack.

Jack's eyelashes flutter.

"Oh, fuck," he says. "Do that again?"

Poison looks surprised for a second, but then he feels-- he doesn't even know. He slaps Jack again, hard enough this time that it makes a red mark on Jack's cheek. He gives a particularly firm thrust of his fingers.