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"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."

Poison's eyes snap open after the kiss, and he can't hide the euphoria on his face. Looking at Jack somehow makes it worse, harder to hold out. He ducks his head down, just for a second. His hair gets in the way, but he tries to look at Jack again as his back arches.

It hits him kind of suddenly and he comes with a sharp little cry, tensing on top of Jack.

"Oh, fuck, you're beautiful," breathes Jack, still squirming up against him as he comes. "I want...I need...Fuck, baby, I love you."

Poison leans close to smear a kiss to Jack's mouth. "Love you," he breathes, head still spinning a bit. "What do you want, honey?"

Jack moans into the kiss, shaking his head, his hips shifting up against the press of Poison's body, aching hard.

"I don't know," he mumbles. "You. Poison, please."

"Want you in me," he murmurs. "Or I can suck your dick, baby." He kisses Jack again - he's not sure if it helps to narrow down his options. If Jack wants more, Poison needs a minute.

"Want that. I want to fuck you but n-not right now." He bites his lip, cheeks so flushed so hot it's painful. "Could you just use your hand. I want to..." He leans forward and kisses Poison, hungry, hard enough to bruise.

Poison moans into the kiss and tangles his fingers in Jack's hair. He wants to feel that kiss for days. "Sure, baby. Tell me what you want to do." He moves so that he's not totally on top of Jack. He licks his palm, slow and lasciviously, for Jack's benefit, before reaching down to stroke him.

Jack's eyes widen, slightly, as he watches Poison lick his palm like that, and then Poison's fingers curl around him, and Jack's hips jerk slightly.

"Slowly," he says. "Don't rush."

"I'm not in a hurry," he assures. He kisses Jack again, sweetly, and slows his hand down. "Should I take my panties off and use those?" he quips, grinning.

"Oh, fuck," says Jack, laughing against his mouth, his dick twitching in Poison's hand. Why does he feel like he's on the fast-track to developing a major fetish. "If you want?"

Poison stops long enough to take off his panties. They're a little wet, but he's careful about which part he uses on Jack. "Am I getting you off like this, baby?"

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Jack nods, rocking his hips up into the silky grip of Poison's hand. "Feels perfect."