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"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.

"Don't tell me you're going to start begging already," says Jack, repeating that light, teasing touch. Poison's dick leaves a wet smear against his belly and, carefully, Jack shifts so that he can bend and suck at it.

"N-no," he stammers, voice catching at the warmth of Jack's mouth on his stomach. It takes everything not to strain towards Jack's touch .

"Didn't think so," says Jack, smirking against Poison's skin as he sucks up a mark on his belly.

Poison bites his lip, arching his back to press towards Jack's mouth. He finds himself hoping for a bruise, a hickey. Something he can touch later and think of this. He didn't realize how much he'd miss touching Jack, but he does. One hand tugs lightly, but then he goes still again. He's being patient. He is.

Jack nips at Poison's skin, enjoying the slight softness of his belly. His hand slides up the back of Poison's thigh.

"You want to suck my dick, babe?"

"I do," he murmurs, sounding almost relieved. "I really do." At least he'll be able to touch some part of Jack, even with just his mouth. He tries to move his leg into the slide of Jack's hand.

Jack makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat.

"Think you can do it at that angle or do I need to manhandle you a bit?

"I think I can do it." If he needs to be moved, they'll find out. But he wants to try. Then a little grin appears. "I mean, if you want to manhandle me anyway, that's cool too."

Maybe he shouldn't be so smarmy with a blindfold on.

"Open your mouth for me, babe," says Jaxk, shifting up the bed so that he's close to Poison's head. He pushes his fingers into Poison's hair, tugging lightly to turn his head.

"Ask me nicely."

Poison wets his lips. "Please can I have your cock," he coos. "I'll make you feel good, I promise." He lets his mouth stay open a bit, an invitation.

"Always do," he says, swiping the head of his cock over Poison's bottom slip, smearing slick. "God, you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Poison tries to lean forward, tries to get a little more. His tongue flicks out to taste, to tease. "I want it," he breathes. "Please, Jack. Make me pretty."

He slides his dick into Poison's mouth as slowly as he can stand it, not moving at first, just letting the weight of it sit against Poison's tongue.

He moans quietly, opening his mouth more as Jack slides in. His hands strain a bit - he wants so badly to touch him, but he can't. Poison stays just like that for a moment, then tries to bob his head. He realizes he might not be able to do this - that he'll just have to lay there and let Jack do everything.

And the thought is... kind of hot, actually.

He watches Poison struggle for a moment, watches his fingers flex, watches him try to bob his head. He pulls himself out of Poison's mouth, stroking spit-slick skin.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your mouth."

Poison gasps a breath, mouth hanging open even after Jack pulls back. "I want you to fuck my mouth, baby. Please, use me. I can't do it."

He shivers just saying it, a wave of goosebumps rising and then slowly disappearing. His tongue slips out again, just to see if Jack's cock is still close enough to taste.