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"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.

Poison makes a strained, desperate sound when Jack touches him again, light and teasing and-- "Oh fuck," he gasps out, trying to push up towards Jack's touch. Attempting to trap his dick between Jack's fingers and his own stomach. Anything.

"Please-- please can I have something."

"Pushy," says Jack, sounding amused for a moment."I thought we were working on you being more patient, babe." He grins. "What do you want?What do you think I'm going to let you have?"

Poison groans, because yeah, that is the point of this isn't it? He wets his lips. "I-- I don't know." All he does know is that he feels like this giant ball of need and he has no idea how to resolve that.

"You're not in charge, Poison," teases Jack, kissing down Poison's chest, lips brushing his nipple. "You just have to wait."

Hearing that phrase - you're not in charge - makes him moan: a quiet, helpless sound. It's weirdly freeing and Poison just nods. "I'll be good," he whispers. Even if just that barest brush of Jack's mouth makes his entire body feel on fire.

"I know you will, babe," says Jack, licking a broad stripe across Poison's nipple before he bites, just with the edges of his teeth. "You're doing so, so well."

Poison's hands tighten and he makes a strained sound when Jack bites. He feels his cock throb and a wet smear across his stomach. He can't remember the last time he felt this desperate.

"I could put my fingers in your ass," says Jack, tongue swiping over Poison's other nipple. "Maybe."

"Please," he gasps, voice a bit ragged with need. "Please baby, please please." He tries to press his chest up toward Jack's mouth and he feels another pulse at the thought of it.

"You beg really prettily, babe," says Jack, grinning. He sucks up a hickey on Poison's ribs. "But tell me what you want."

"Please put your fingers in me. Jack, please, anything." He writhes under Jack's mouth, loving the feel as he leaves a bruise.

Jack pulls away from Poison, reaching for the lube that's always at the side of the bed. He squeezes lube directly into the cleft of Poison's ass, spread by the position of his legs.

"You want it?" he teases. "You sure?"

Poison's hips jump at the cold, wet feeling of the lube. He wets his lips and nods. "I really want it," he whimpers. "Please, Jack."

Jack teases him with the tip of one finger, first, rubbing it over his hole before he starts to slide it into Poison's ass. He does it as slowly as he can.

Poison's actually afraid he'll come as soon as Jack's finger slides in, even if it's going at a glacial pace. He chokes a sound, almost relieved, almost pained. "Oh fuck," he gasps.

"Don't you dare come," he says, slapping Poison's ass, hard. "You don't come until I tell you to." He slides another finger in alongside the first.

Poison yelps, startled by the sudden, sharp smack. It grounds him enough that he forgets even wanting to come for a second. His eyes had gotten wide under the blindfold for a second and his hips had jumped away from the heavy hit. Oh but it was fucking good. As he eases his hips down again, he feels a second finger push in.

"I won't," he promises. Poison moans, head lolled back, and tries to move his hips again.

"God, you're so good," says Jack, fucking Poison with two fingers, not particularly looking for his prostate, not yet. He doesn't want to give him too much too soon. "How many do you think you can take?"