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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.

Jack's head rocks to the side, his hips squirming down onto Poison's fingers. He groans softly, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck. That's beautiful."

"Beautiful, huh? Should see yourself." He slips a third finger in, sure that Jack was ready.

"What do I look like?" he asks, moaning at the stretch. "What do you want to do to me?"

"I wanna see you wrecked, honey. Until you don't know which way is up and you can't give me that smarmy look," he quips. He fucks Jack a little bit harder, quicker. There's only so much he can do with his fingers, but he wants to make him wait.

"It's going to take more than fucking me once," promises Jack, rolling his hips rhythmically now. "You've got me too well trained, boo."

"I swear to god I'm gonna gag you," he mutters as he pulls his fingers out, slicks his cock and pushes in without any real warning.

Jack loses his breath in a long low groan when Poison pushes into him like that.

"Promises, promises," he says, still smirking a little.

Poison slaps his face, harder than he probably meant to but something about that tone just-- He feels bad the moment he's realized what he's done and he sort of freezes to watch Jack for his reaction.

The slap's enough to knock Jack's head to the side and his eyes are glazed for a moment. His cheek is flushed and sore. His breath catches.

"Why'd you stop?"

Poison groans and grabs Jack's jaw to yank him into a kiss. His hips snap forward, fucking into him as he breaks from the kiss and smacks Jack again, catching more of his jaw.

The kiss, the slap, the press of Poison's cock into him - it's all pretty fucking overwhelming. Jack whimpers, leaning up to chase another kiss, his face stinging and his head spinning.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Don't stop."

Poison leans over him and slides his hand under Jack's head to grip his hair. "If you're good, I'll let you come," he pants. "Can you be good, baby?" His free hand slides higher, fingers ghosting over raw, red skin on Jack's cheek.

"Tell me what I need to do," gasps Jack, leaning into the touch, even when it stings. "I'll be so so good."