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"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?"

Poison hums his agreement again. His eyes are closed under the blindfold and he wonders if his euphoria is obvious, if Jack can see it. The ache he's been feeling, the need to touch Jack and to be touched, fades to background noise. He doesn't need to focus on anything else but the slide of Jack's cock.

It's so hot how into this Poison is, how easily he does it. Jack rocks his hips, fucking Poison's throat, his fingers tight in his hair. "Do you want me to come down your throat, babe? Or on your face?"

Poison wants to nod, but then Jack follows up with that second offer and all he can do is whimper. He wants that one, he wants Jack to finish on his face.

Jack feels like he's taken Poison's meaning, but he pulls out of his mouth, wrapping his fingers around his dick, squeezing.

"Tell me what you want."

"Want you to come on me," he pants. "I wanna feel it, not just-- just lose it down my throat."

"Oh, fuck," says Jack, and he almost loses it right there. His hips jerk a little, pushing his cock through his fingers. "Face? Chest? Belly? Let me hear you say it, babe."

"Face," he murmurs. "Make me yours. Make me dirty, Jack."

"Don't know if you need my help with that, baby," he says, his knee hitting the mattress next to Poison's shoulder as he strokes his dick, a groan building in his chest until he comes, striping across Poison's mouth and jaw, the bridge of his nose.

Poison leaves his mouth open, panting as Jack strokes off over him. He makes a little noise when the first stripe smatters across his face. He licks it off his lips and his cock throbs at the taste of Jack on his skin.

"Fuck," he breathes.

"That good, babe?" asks Jack, stroking until there's nothing left and then collapsing on the mattress alongside Poison. "Everything you've ever hoped for?"

"Fuck yes," he sighs. He's almost forgotten how turned on he is, but now that Jack is laying next to him, he suddenly remembers and the ache hits him. He wets his lips. "Am I good?"

"You're so, so good, babe," he says, leaning in and kissing him, tasting his own come on Poison's lips. "You're beautiful. You're doing so, so well."

He skims his fingers along the length of Poison's dick again, bouncing it lightly against his belly.