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"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?"

"Good," says Jack, immediately nuzzling closer. "Heavy. Blissed out."

Poison smiles and pulls a blanket over the so they can cuddle up. "Not too intense? Was worried I took it a little far a couple times... but you looked seriously into it."

"I was seriously, seriously into it," says Jack, squirming until he can rest his head on Poison's shoulder. "That was...shit, that was intense."

"Totally deserved it for being a fuckin' brat." Poison smiles though and strokes back Jack's hair. "Maybe we can play a little more with that... What did you like about it? Like, how was it making you feel? Other than awesome."

"More than awesome," says Jack, echoing, and then he goes quiet about it for a moment while he thinks. "It was pretty hardcore humiliating but...apparently I'm into that? It felt pretty fucking good?"

Poison nods and turns his head to kiss Jack's forehead. "Kinda forces you to let go, y'know? I mean, that's why I get into some of the stuff we've done. I don't have to worry about anything but what you're telling me. I'm not in control. That can feel pretty great."

"Yeah," he says, nodding. "Somewhere around when you started slapping my face I just started feeling like...human white noise."

"We'll play with that more. I just wanna be careful about escalating too fast, y'know? It's too easy to hurt someone that trusts you." He coaxes Jack's chin up so he can kiss him.

Jack leans up into the kiss, eyelashes fluttering.

"Yeah," he says. "I can see that." He runs his cheek against Poison's shoulder. "I'm pretty sure you could have got me to do anything."