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"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."

"You look so good, baby." He kisses Jack again, keeping it sweet to contrast what his hand's doing.

He curls his arm around Poison's neck, pulling him down for another kiss, moaning against his mouth as he rocks, fucking himself through the circle of Poison's fingers.

"Just for you."

"Liar," he quips, smiling against the kiss. "I saw you in the park, bent over in yoga pants." His mouth slides along Jack's neck, pausing to tease his pulse point with a bite and a gentle suck. Then he kisses lower, finding a good place to leave a hickey. Mine.

"That's different," says Jack, one hand dropping to cover Poison's on his dick, squeezing gently. "Nobody else has ever seen me like this."

Poison shivers, realizing that yeah, Jack is pretty much right. That one blow job, and then he shows up here, and he's been Jack's first... a lot of things. "I'm a lucky guy," he murmurs. "Can you come for me, baby? Do you need more than this?"

"Just a little faster," he asks, biting his lip, squirming into Poison's hand. "A little harder." He squeezes Poison's grip a little tighter with his own fingers.

Poison does exactly as Jack asks, tightening his grip carefully, stroking faster. He stays close, leaning over Jack to kiss him. "Lemme see you come, baby. Love seeing your face when you lose it."