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Jack whimpers, resting his forehead against Poison's, hips squirming and bucking between the bed and Poison's hand.

"M'close, baby," he moans. "I'm so, so close."

Poison nuzzles his nose against Jack's, maybe too cute for what's going on below the waist but it feels right. He kisses Jack again, bites his bottom lip. "C'mon honey. Make a mess for me."

This is how it is, sometimes - carelessly gentle, sweet, but then Poison will say something filthy and Jack finds himself completely incapable of coping. He comes, gasping helplessly against Poison's mouth.

Poison can't help but smile when he feels it; he lifts his head so he can see Jack's face. "Perfect," he coos. "You're so good, baby." He gets another kiss, not lingering so Jack actually has a chance to breathe. He keeps stroking just a moment longer, until he's sure Jack's got nothing left.

Jack collapses back against the cushions, flushed and smiling, his eyelids close, dark lashes smudged across his cheeks.

"Fuck." He grins.

Poison tosses the thoroughly messed up panties to the floor. Then he takes a moment to lick and suck Jack's come off his hand. "Pretty sure I'm giving you a fetish," he quips.

"Think you might be," says Jack, definitely staring as Poison sucks come off his hand like that. He shifts around, peeling the sheets back so he can slip underneath them. "One among many."

"Lookit you, covering up," he quips. Poison sinks down against Jack's side and cuddles up against him. "Sorry baby, it's what you get for hooking up with a delinquent."

"I've got no intention of letting you out of bed for a couple of hours," he says, slipping his arm around Poison's waist. "I don't want to get cold." He laughs a little. "Thought I was the delinquent."

"Right, right. You're the juvenile delinquent, I'm the revolutionary martyr." He kisses Jack's shoulder. "Not letting me outta bed, huh?"

"Not if I can help it," says Jack, combing his fingers into Poison's red, red hair. "Surely I get to be, like, a little bit possessive today."

"Possessive, huh? Maybe. Just today." He grins and kisses the tip of Jack's nose.

Jack leans in, taking a slow, gentle kiss before he lets his head rest against the pillow.

"I wasn't even sure if you'd notice it," he confesses. "I hoped."

"I made the mailbox. Of course I'd notice something new there. Especially if you put it on gold marker." He brushes his fingers through Jack's hair.

"The gold was kind of incidental," says Jack, flashing a smile that's almost shy. "I just always use gold."

"Yeah, well. Gave you away. Or well, tied you to all the other stuff. The word is what gave you away." He kisses Jack's forehead.

"I figured it would," he says, smiling a little at all the little kisses. "Gave you the distance to freak out about it if you needed to. I honestly had no idea how you were going to react to it."

"I've been freaking out for a month, honey. Just wanted to find you and tell you. You deserved that." He nudges their foreheads together.

"You don't know how many times I nearly slipped and told you," says Jack, settling down with his head on the pillow, turned to face Poison so that they can carry on talking.

"You could've told me," he murmurs. "Maybe I wouldn't've known what to do or say. But you could've told me, Jack. I'm all about honesty and feelings."

"Yeah, I know you are," he says, combing his fingers through Poison's hair, gently. "It just...felt too big, you know? Too quick, maybe?"

"It is big," he admits. "And it is quick. But I'm not regretting it." Poison settles down more, resting his head on the pillow near Jack's.

"No?" asks Jack, brown eyes searching Poison's face for a moment. "Sure?"

"I don't know how to go slow. Just don't let go," he murmurs, giving Jack a tender kiss.

Fumbling for one of Poison's hands, Jack threads their fingers together and squeezes his hand. He leans into the kiss, making a soft sound.

"Fuck," he murmurs. "Guess we're doing this now."