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Jack nips at Poison's lip and then he pulls back, taking his hands away from him, but only long enough to knot his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt and drag it up and off.

"Better," he says, dragging Poison back in for another kiss.

"Better," he agrees, pressing close. He's getting hard - it probably started out in the hall, when Jack pressed him into the wall. The kind of rough making out doesn't hurt either.

Jack's aware of the press of Poison's cock against his belly when they push in close but he's also got no intention of dealing with anything yet. It feels too good to have Poison's weight across his lap like this, his grip on Poison's jaw crushing their mouths together. He shoves one hand down the back of Poison's shorts, squeezing his ass.

Poison pushes back towards Jack's had, then forward against his stomach, and it feels good to be right where he is, making out without feeling any way to escape.

Without feeling the need to. He bites Jack's lip, then sucks on it.

The bite makes Jack moan and he leans into the kiss, even more than before. His hands drops and he slaps Poison's ass.

Poison jumps, rubbing his cock up against Jack's stomach. The thin layer of fabric between them is more a tease than a barrier. He tips his head back to breathe. "You're getting good at this.

Jack bites his lip over a grin, head tilted back to look up at Poison, one eyebrow raised as Poison squirms against him. He remembers what Poison said about liking fabric against his skin.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he says, quieter as he leans in for another kiss, pulling Jack to meet him. It's really good, and he wants more.

Jack feels a little giddy with the encouragement. He presses his other hand down inside Poison's underwear, gripping his ass with both palms down, squeezing, pulling him in tighter as they kiss.

Poison starts to just... rock in Jack's grip. He rolls his hips forward, slow but rhythmic, to rub against Jack's stomach and to feel the grip of his hands shift as muscle flexes. He tries to not stop kissing him, but he needs to breathe.

"You're not going to come like this, are you?" asks Jack, tipping Poison's chin back so that he can smudge kisses along his jaw, into the hollow of his throat. "You don't want it like that."

"I could," he admits, moving his head so Jack can kiss wherever he want. His fingers tangle loosely in Jack's hair, just holding onto him. "How should I want to come?"

"With my dick in you," murmurs Jack, his lips brushing against Poison's skin. "Begging me."

Poison shivers and his fingers - his arms - tighten around Jack. "You gonna make me wait, honey?"

"Maybe," says Jack, his hands tightening to squeeze Poison's ass again. "Tie you up and tease you?"

He wets his lips. He almost wants to protest, but then he starts to wonder what Jack would do, and that's worse, because then he gets really curious. So he nods. "Yeah, you can do that."

"How long do you think you could last?" he asks, leaning up to brush his mouth against Poison's. "How long as you going to help me distract myself for?"

"How long do you need me to?" He slides his hand, holding Jack's cheek so he could meet his eyes.

"As long as you can," says Jack, holding the eye contact for a moment before he turns his head, pressing a kiss against the heel of Poison's hand. "I want to see what you look like when you're falling apart, when yo can't hold a thought in your head because you want it so much."

"Then I'm yours as long as it takes." He leans to kiss Jack again, trusting him implicitly.

A wave of feeling slips through him, so quick and strong that it leaves him a little breathless.

"How should I do it?" he asks. "How should I tie you up?"

Poison bites his lip. "Well, you've got options... there's my hands up over my head, like you like. Or you can tie me to myself." He can't believe he's suggesting this, and he feels weirdly flustered - but also kinda turned on - mentioning it. "Tie my wrists to my ankles." That way he's pretty stuck without actually being secured to the bed.

Poison knows he can't be tied down completely. But if Jack wanted to tie just his hands to the bed, or secure him to himself... that might work out.

Jack listens to that, hot colour burning in his cheeks at the thought of it. He kisses up the hollow of Poison's throat, again.

"Pick," he says, finally, knowing how delicate this is for Poison, dizzied by the trust. "I want you to choose."

"I don't-- uhm. Try the second one. If it's too much, we'll switch it up." His face is hot from just making the choice, never mind talking about it.

"Okay," says Jack, taking both hands away from him, leaning his weight back. "Shorts off and get on the bed. Show me how flexible you are, boo."