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"I'm going to work on being one that works, then," he says, tugging gently, turning Poison in his arms until he can slip his arms around his waist and pull him close.

Poison turns easily, looking up at Jack once they're facing. "I could've tried harder to make breakfast," he admits, before leaning up to catch a kiss.

"I'm not even that hungry," says Jack, keeping Poison pressed in against him as he ducks his head to press the kiss deeper, one hand sliding down to squeeze Poison's ass.

Poison lifts up onto the balls of his feet to press more into the kiss, and more against Jack. Their height difference isn't impossible, and he kind of likes it. He makes a quiet sound into the kiss when Jack grabs his ass. "If you're sure," he mumbles against his mouth.

Jack takes one hand off Poison, but only so that he can fumble his towel loose so that, when he presses back against him, he's naked. He nips at Poison's bottom lip, sucking.

"Pretty sure."

Poison's breath catches when, kind of suddenly, Jack is just naked. He tries to get closer, pulling Jack into another kiss - slick this time, needy.

Jack makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, against Poison's mouth. His hand is still on Poison's ass.

"Bed?" he asks, breathless, between sloppy kisses.

"Wherever the fuck you want," he breathes, right before their mouths crash together again. Alright, so maybe they're going to have to stop kissing to move.

"Bed," says Jack, decisively, separating, but only so that he can take Poison by the hand and tug him in the direction of the bedroom. His body doesn't feel big enough to contain everything he's feeling, suddenly.

Poison hurries after him and drops onto the edge of the bed to get his boots off. WHy the fuck is he wearing so many clothes? And why does he insist on getting boots without any zippers? He makes a frustrated noise and then a triumphant one as he finally gets them off.

Jack sprawls out on the bed as he watches Poison struggle with his boots. He curls one hand around his dick, stroking slowly.

"This isn't how i pictured my morning going," he says. "I was going to text you when I get home."

"Yeah? What were you gonna text me?" Poison drops back so he can be closer to Jack and looks up at his face as he tries to get his jeans off without having to peel them.

"That I'd see you later?" Jack's breath catches as he strokes his cock. "That I was thinking about you." He laughs. "I'm always thinking about you."

"What are you thinking right now?" Poison wiggles the rest of the way out of his jeans and leaves his jacket on the floor. Then he twists so he can crawl closer to Jack. He leans to catch a kiss, still wearing a t-shirt and a pair of blue boyshorts.

"Right now?" Says Jack, pushing his hands up under the hem of Poison's t-shirt, sliding against pale skin. He tugs Poison into his lap so that, when he lifts his hips, the length of his cock presses against thin cotton between Poison's legs. "Right now, I've got a pretty one track mind."

Poison makes a little sound when Jack moves him, then presses up against him. He rocks down and presses into another kiss. "I noticed," he murmurs. He pulls back just so he can get out of his shirt, tossing it to join the rest of his clothes on the floor.

"We could always have breakfast," says Jack, sliding one hand down the back of Poison's underwear, squeezing his ass with his palm against bare skin this time. "If you prefer."

"Who the hell was talking about breakfast?" he gasps, giving another firm rock of his hips against Jack's. He kind of loves feeling Jack's cock pressing against his, only the thin fabric of his panties keeping them apart.

"I just...fuck...I wanted to give you options." Jack grins breathlessly, rocking his hips up more rhythmically now, grinding up against Poison's hips, enjoying the slide of his cock against silky fabric.

"Fuck that," he huffs, trying to ride Jack just as they were. He sinks down for another kiss, a bit uncoordinated but eager. "How--how do you wanna do this?" Because Poison knows, quite well, that he could get off just like this.

Jack's other hand slides down the back of Poison's underwear, holding their hips together as they squirm. He's a little breathless, colour hectic in his cheeks.

"What're my options?"

"Whatever you want," he whines, just a bit, as Jack's hands cover his ass, holding them together. Poison doesn't stop moving, hands braced on either side of Jack's head.

"Can you come like this?" asks Jack, rapt, looking up into Poison's face, close enough to kiss. "I want to watch you."

Poison shivers hard. "Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, I could." He pushes himself up more, wanting to give Jack a better view. It feels good, not just the tease of fabric rubbing against him, but the pressure and heat of Jack's cock. "Fuck," he whispers, moving a bit faster. His eyes drift shut and his mouth falls open.

Jack's not sure if he can come like this, but he'll get pretty damn close. He tugs one hand free, reaching up to gently take hold of Poison's jaw, pulling him down into a kiss. "Open your eyes," he says, gently. "Look at me."