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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?"

"A-as many as you wanna give me." His voice stutters a bit, partially because he can barely get the words out. God, Jack's fingers are fucking moving and he tries to focus on-- on the movement and not the feeling. Maybe.

"Three? Four?" Jack slaps his ass again with his free hand, fucking him deeper with the fingers he's got buried in his ass. "How much can you squirm like that, Poison?"

"Yes," he answers, almost with a whine. He means it, he'll take what Jack gives him. The next slap makes him jump again, makes him tighten around Jack's fingers for a second. "N-not much-- I can't-- I can't--"

He can barely string coherent words together, string letters into words at all. He tries to move more, tries to fuck himself on Jack's fingers.

Edited 2016-05-18 19:30 (UTC)

"You're just going to have to lie there and take it then, aren't you?" says Jack, plunging his fingers into Poison's ass again, pressing a third in, adding more lube to keep everything slick as he fucks him.

Poison can't answer. His eyebrows are drawn together, mouth hanging open as breathes, hard. His thighs are tense, fingers clutching at his ankles, at the sheets beneath him, trying to ground himself.

"I can't, I can't," he pants like it's a mantra. He's not sure he can hang on with Jack fucking him like that but he's trying, fuck he's trying to focus on anything else.

"You can," says Jack, slapping him again, then pressing a kiss to the back of one taunt, trembling thigh. "You're going to be good and take it until I'm done."

"Holy fuck," he whispers, trying so hard to just... find a place in his head that isn't just completely absorbed by arousal right now. He shivers under the press of Jack's lips.

He presses another kiss against Poison's skin, still fucking him with three fingers.

"Think you can take another, babe?"

Poison nods first, because it takes him another few seconds to muster, "Yes." He's a little worried he's going to fucking pass out when he finally comes, but it'll totally be worth it.