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He strains a bit to get closer, but Jack's not close enough. "We can find out."

Jack's dick twitches as he watches how Poison's squirming. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear but he doesn't start to push it down, not yet. "Maybe I ought to blindfold you, too. Less distractions."

Poison's breath catches. It's a lot of trust, and he's super visual, but after a moment he nods. "Yeah," he breathes. "You-- you could do that."

Jack grabs another tie, twisting it between his hands for a moment, stretching the silk fabric.

"What're you going to do if it's too much?"

"Tell you," he assures. He watches Jack's hands, wrapped in the tie.

"Good boy," says Jack, the corner of his mouth mouth lifting in a smirk as he leans in and stretches the tie over Poison's eyes, nudging him until he can secure it behind his head. "How's that?"

Poison closes his eyes when the tie slides over them. He lifts his head so Jack can knot it, then nods a little. "It's fine. I'm good," he assures.

"You're better than good, boo," he says, leaning to brush a light, teasing kiss against Poison's lips. "You're beautiful."

Poison lifts his head, trying to get more from the kiss before Jack pulls back. He wets his lips. "For you."

Poison looks unbelievable like that, black silk cutting across his eyes like that. Jack just looks at him for a moment.

"Oh, I think everyone can see it."

Poison tries to just lay there and breathe, tries to let Jack take his time admiring him. But he can't help the slight, hopeful shift of his hips, seeking contact even if he can't really move much.

"I see you," says Jack, smirking broader now, sprawling alongside Poison on the mattress, rubbing his hand over his chest and lower, pressing against his belly, careful not to touch his cock. "You can't imagine how good you look right now."

Poison lolls his head towards Jack once he settles. He tries to lift up a bit, pressing into Jack's touch. "Could always take a picture," he murmurs.

"You want that?" asks Jack, tracing the dip of Poison's naval with the tip of one finger. "We could look at them together later."

Poison shivers; he draws a sharp breath. "If you want to," he says, though he nods his head even as he speaks.

"Oh, man," says Jack, laughing a little at the way Poison nods his hair. "I think you really like that idea."

"Jack," he whimpers a bit, because he's not no control here and he can't even see what's going on. "Whatever-- whatever you want."

"I'm not talking about me," says Jack, bending his head to graze a kiss against Poison's mouth. "You, Poison. I'm talking about you."

Poison whines, just a little. "Don't ask me," he whispers. It feels scary to say. He wets his lips. "I want you to have it."

"I know you do," says Jack and it's unbelievable how big, how scary that feels. He gives Poison another kiss and then gets up off the bed, grabbing his phone.

"Turn your head towards me?" Says Jack, on his knees at the side of the bed.

Poison does as he's told. His mouth is slightly open, cheeks warm. He's dying to be touched again, but he's trapped just as he is, and waiting is making his heart pound. He tries to stay still.

The first photo that Jack takes is actually just a close up of Poison's flushed, perfect face - his parted lips, tumbled hair, the blindfold.

"You have no idea how lucky I feel right now."

"Tell me?" he asks, trying to stay exactly as he is for Jack. Poison's having some trouble with completely relinquishing his control, but he's trying to be patient.

"So incredibly fucking lucky," he says, leaning in to take a kiss, soft and possessive. "That we're together. That you let me do this. That you're so beautiful."

He skims his free hand down Poison's body, grazing his fingers against his cock.

Poison gasps sharply when he gets that touch, so light, along his dick. "Jack," he breathes, trying to get closer to the barely there touch.