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"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."

"Getting you to do it and you wanting to do it aren't always the same thing." He nuzzles his nose against Jack's. "I just wanna be careful."

"Thank you," says Jack, leaning up to kiss the underside of Poison's jaw. "I really did like it when you slapped me though."

"Well I thought about doing it while my dick was in your mouth but I was kinda worried you'd bit down." He laughs a bit.

"You could do that," says Jack, suppressing a shiver. "I'd be into that."

"Jesus," he laughs. He moves so he can really look at Jack. Then he kisses him. "Well then we'll just keep exploring til you need to hit the breaks."

Jack presses himself closer.

"Now I just want to hear what you think when you let your mind wander."

"Nooo you don't," he laughs. "My mind goes to some fucked up places when left to its own devices. Unless we're talking strictly about sex."

"I mean I was talking about what you want to do to me," says Jack, pressing a kiss against Poison's chest. "But you can tell me anything you want."

"A lot of it is in the heat of the moment," he admits. His fingers slide back into Jack's hair as he looks at the ceiling. "Sometimes it's like-- like even if I feel like this urge to get violent or something. I dunno. It's because I'm noticing you like it and I just want to give it to you, but then I worry about crossing a line." He strokes Jack's cheek.

"I promise I'll tell you if you do," he says. "But the face slapping is good and the making me suck you after and the coming on me? All good."

He grins. "Good to know, all of it." He kisses Jack's hair, and it feels good to just touch him.

Poison can't help it. He smirks a bit. "Haven't talked about your damn portfolio once."

"You'll just have to keep distracting me," says Jack, stretching one arm over his head. "Or I'll just go back to being a bitch about it."

Poison rolls his eyes. "C'mon, tell me you don't feel even a little bit better."

"Oh, man, I feel so much better," says Jack, grinning. "I'm just saying that I could totally go again."

"If you get bitchy again I'll switch to withholding sex," he huffs, but he's smiling. "I do know what a big deal it is. But relaxing is important, too."

"Yeah I know," says Jack, scraping his nails lightly against Poison's skin. "It just really matters time you know?"

"I know. But you're gonna fuck something up if you keep going without stepping back. I'm not telling you to blow it off. Just pace yourself."

"I'm sure I can think of something else to spend the evening doing," he says, kissing Poison's chest again, hand skimming down over his belly