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"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.

Jack groans at the thought of it and immediately pushes his cock back into Poison's mouth, one smooth thrust, deep enough to nudge the back of his throat before he pulls back.

He almost chokes, but he's also completely okay with that. He moans around Jack's cock and he ends up gripping his own ankles because he has nothing else to hold onto right now. Poison relaxes his mouth, his throat, so Jack can really do whatever it is he wants.

"I know you want to swallow it, babe," says Jack, rocking a little deeper with every thrust, loving how Poison looks just lying there and taking it. "I know you want to make it feel so fucking good for me."

All Poison can do is moan, hoping Jack knows that fuck yes he wants that. Feeling Jack's cock slide in and out, without being able to do much but take it, is weirdly liberating. The fact that he can't see, and can't participate beyond what Jack allows is... yeah.

"Ready?" asks Jack, his fingers pushing into Poison's hair as he rocks deeper, until he's as deep into Poison's mouth as he can, until his cock slides down Poison's throat.

"Mmmhm," he hums around Jack's dick before he relaxes again, and then Jack just pushes in. He moans again, because it feels good and because it's Jack. He relaxes his throat - if he ends up choking, fine, but he's pretty sure he's got this.

God, he loves this. He loves how easily Poison can do this, how smoothly his cock slides down Poison's throat.

"God, you love it, don't you?"