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"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.

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"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.

Jack turns his hand, angling so that he can start easing a fourth finger in alongside the other three. His eyes are drawn to the stretch of Poison's body as it accommodates him.

"Fuck," he breathes, almost reverently. "That's beautiful."

He's trying so hard to find some mantra he could use. Maybe this is where all of Jack's Buddhism and meditation would be really helpful. Anything to get himself out of his body and out of what it's feeling right now so he doesn't come.

"Could-- could take another picture," he murmurs, offering it since he's not sure Jack would even think to at this point.

The thought of that sends a shiver of arousal through Jack. It's awkward, reaching for his phone with his free hand but he manages. He snaps a couple of pictures: one of his fingers pressed into Poison's ass in lurid, obscene close up and the other a shot up Poison's body - his aching cock and his come smeared face.

"Are you going to want to look at these later?"

Poison shivers, hearing the camera shutter sound the phone makes. He wets his lips. "Yes," he admits. "I want to look at them with you."

Jack watches, distracted for a moment, as Poison's tongue darts across his lips. His cock is well on its way to being hard again. He twists his fingers inside Poison, looking for his prostate as he fucks him.

"How do you want to come, babe?"

A sharp, ragged cry tears from Poison's throat when Jack twists his fingers just right, hitting that spot. He doesn't come, but it's so close. It takes him a moment to recover, difficult since Jack's fingers are still moving.

"Please," he chokes. "I need to come, Jack, please baby please."