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He could fall asleep like this. It just feels really good, and it's not demanding. But eventually he reaches back, gently patting Jack's thigh. "C'mon honey."

Poison waits until Jack is pressed up against him, then he moves, rolling onto his belly. He lifts his hips off the bed, manages to get his knees under him, just enough, without dislodging Jack. He's still low to the bed, but at least this way Jack can move.

Jack shifts behind Poison, up onto his knees so that he's got the leverage to fuck him a little deeper. He keeps up the slow, steady pace though. He's enjoying how gentle, how lazy everything feels.

"Still good?"

"Really good," he breathes. "Stay low... stay close." He reaches to find one of his hands, wanting to lace their fingers together. He wants to feel Jack over him. Poison arches his back a tiny bit. "'m close, Jack."

Leaning forward, pressing belly and chest against Poison's back, Jack keeps up the slow, steady movement of his hips. He squeezes Poison's fingers, kisses his shoulder.

"Don't come yet," he breathes. "Wait for me."

He nods a little, gently tightening his grip on Jack's hand. It's perfect. "'m waiting," he murmurs. He can hold off, ride this perfect wave until Jack's with him. Poison's eyes drift closed and his free hand reaches back, gently tangling in Jack's hair.

Jack's not sure they're ever fucked like this before. He lets out a shivering breath, his head dropping to press his forehead against Poison's shoulder as he moves inside him.

Poison knows they haven't - and he's completely lost in it now. "Love you," he gasps, his voice edged with a little whimper as he tightens around Jack. He's close, he's so damn close now and he's trying to ease away from that edge.

"I'm nearly there," gasps Jack, his arm tight around Poison's waist as they fuck. "God, babe, I'm nearly there. Just...just wait for me." He sucks up a mark on Poison's shoulder. "Love you. Just...hold on."

"Ah," he gasps, arching tighter when Jack makes a mark on his shoulder. Poison's floating in this space, dizzy and needing. It's the gentlest orgasm denial he's ever played with, and somehow that makes it more intense. He shivers hard beneath Jack, hips hitching with the next thrust.

Finally, he can feel himself teetering on the edge of it and he slips his hand between them, curling his fingers around Poison's dick and starting to stroke as he feels himself starting to tumble into it.

"C'mon, baby," he says, his voice strung tight with need, trembling as he starts to come. "Do it for me."

As soon as Jack touches him, Poison's done. He can't resist that, especially when Jack tells him it's okay. He moans, grip tightening as he comes, just like that. "Jack," he gasps, shivering hard beneath him. The slow burn and sudden release makes it even better.

Poison's a beat behind him, but they're still coming almost at t he same time and it feels freaking incredible. Jack's hips jerk as he comes, his fingers stroking Poison through his orgasm. They make a mess of the sheets and Poison doesn't even care.

"You're so good," he whispers, kissing the mark he left on Poison's shoulder.

"You." It's all he can manage, and it also takes all his effort not to just drop to the bed to lay in the wet spot. His other hand drops to the bed to help keep him up. "Wow," he breathes.

It's a long moment before Jack has the presence of mind to pull out and shift to the side, collapsing back on the other side of the bed. He immediately reaches for Poison, tugging him down to him for a wet, slightly off-centre kiss.

Poison moves, turning to meet the kiss. His mouth slides until they're more lined up, taking a moment to taste before lifting his head again. "See? You are totally capable of cuddle sex," he teases, still a bit breathless.

"That was probably so fucking good," says Jack, leaning into the kiss. "I need to change the bed, but I'll worry about that in a minute."

Poison rolls his eyes. "Should probably just wait until we're done consummating," he laughs.

Jack huffs a laugh, squeezing Poison's ass fondly.

"You don't feel done?"

"I remember someone, can't remember who it was, saying something about being in bed all day." He grins at Jack, moving towards him with that squeeze. He kisses him sweetly.

"But I'll help you strip the bed if you want."

Jack shakes his head, holding on. "It's still pretty early. We can hang out here and strip it right before we go get lunch?"

He's monopolising Poison's day, he knows. He doesn't give a shit.

"Mmhm... what are you thinking for lunch? We should probably get fresh air again eventually." Poison is not complaining about where he's spending his day. He'll text Dee in a little bit, just to let her know he's gonna be with Jack today.

"We could do to the cafe in the Zen Center?" Asks Jack. "Or that ice-cream place we went to on our first date does burgers and fast food stuff."

"You're just trying to get me there to meditate," he quips. But he smiles and kisses Jack's shoulder. "As nice as the cafe sounds, I gotta lean toward the burger place. I remember they had vegetarian options, too."

"I can get you meditating here if I'm that desperate," points out Jack, grinning. "Hey. Want me to show you some yoga? I'll teach you how to do a headstand."

"I think handstands are a little advanced right now, when you're talking to someone that's pretty much only good at child's pose." That is maybe a little bit of an exaggeration - he does do some yoga, especially with Jack, and he's getting better.