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"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."

"You gotta make me come." Poison has a feeling that's not going to be a difficulty at this rate. He pulls out. "You're gonna suck my dick, Jack, so you don't forget where good boys belong." On their knees. "C'mon, on the floor."

It takes Jack a moment to move. He shivers, amazed by how empty, how vulnerable he feels without Poison's cock in him. He eases down onto his knees, more on all fours than up on his knees. It's the first time that Poison's told him to suck him when he's just been in his ass. Jack hesitates for a split second and then he leans in, sliding his mouth down over Poison's cock, eyelashes fluttering like he's being kissed.

Poison sits up so he can see Jack do it, watching him with his mouth slightly open as he just... does it. "Holy shit baby," he breathes, head tipping back for just a minute.

"Good boy... Make me come, Jack."

Jack groans in answer, head bobbing as he sucks Poison's dick, his cheeks hollowing. His own cock aches between spread thighs but he knows better than to touch it right then.

Poison rocks to meet each bob of Jack's head - not quite fucking his mouth the way he did before, but riding it a little. His fingers slide back into Jack's hair, and as soon as he feels it he pulls Jack away.

"You're being so good." He starts stroking himself, watching Jack as he does. Part of him can't believe he's about to do this, but just a few seconds later he's gasping out a moan as he comes. On Jack's perfect, gorgeous face.

Jack startles a little when Poison comes, spurting across his mouth and cheek. Immediately, his tongue swipes out across his bottom lip, tasting it.

"God," he says, utterly blissed out. "Thank you."

Poison shivers when he hears that. He reaches forward, thumb smudging through a streak of come near Jack's mouth. He pushes his thumb past his lips for a second before dropping his hand. "You look so good like that, baby. C'mere on the bed. You've been such a good boy, I'll take care of you."

Jack sucks on Poison's thumb for a moment and then he pushes up off his hands and knees and onto the bed, leaning in to take a kiss, smudging a little come on Poison's face.

"God, Poison," he says. "I don't think I've ever been this hard."

"Sssh," he hushes. He kisses Jack again, not even caring that he's getting come on his face. "You've been so good," he coos. Poison licks his palm and reaches down to start stroking Jack's cock.

"I can't." It feels so good that it's almost painful. "Baby, I can't. I'm going to..."

"I wanna see it, honey. C'mon Jack, you can come. You've earned it." Poison kisses him again to urge him on. "Give it to me, baby."

That's all it takes. Jack's entire body spasms, come shooting across Poison's fingers, his belly. Jack almost doubles up with how intense it is.

"Sssh, sssh," he coos as Jack curls up over him. Poison kisses his hair, his hand moving until he's sure there's nothing left.

He coaxes Jack to lay off to the side and gets up to get a wet cloth. He comes back after cleaning himself off, then cuddles up to Jack, giving him kisses between gently cleaning his face.

"That was amazing," says Jack, blissed out and kind of dozy, rubbing his reddened cheek with the back of one hand.

"Yeah?" he asks, actually concerned now. He tosses the cloth towards Jack's laundry basket or whatever, then cuddles up next to him. "How're you feeling?"