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Poison makes a little noise when suddenly Jack kisses him like that. He arches closer, smiling against Jack's mouth when a hand smooths down his waist. "You love my waist," he coos.

"I love your waist," echoes Jack, skimming his hand back again. "And I love your ass." He slips his hand around to squeeze it, pulling their hips snug together.

"Mmhm. What else?" He slides his leg over Jack's hip, trying to get them closer still.

"Your mouth," says Jack, grazing a kiss against Poison's lips. "I love your mouth."

Poison licks into Jack's mouth before they part again. "Can I be in you, baby?" he asks softly, stroking the backs of his fingers down Jack's cheek.

The kiss breaks. Jack feels young then, vulnerable and stripped raw in a way that he doesn't, often, with Poison. His cheeks heat as he looks up at Poison. He nods.

"Of course," he says. "Always."

And for a moment Jack looks young, and it scares Poison for a second. He pushes that feeling down and leans over Jack to get the lube. He gives Jack a kiss, sweet and light. "You okay?"

He needs to know, he needs to hear it.

"I'm okay." He doesn't hesitate, does't even need to think about it because he can't imagine not being okay if Poison's there. He shifts, smiling shyly. "I'm fine. I want it. Want you."

Poison strokes back Jack's hair and gives him another kiss. "Love you," he murmurs. He traces kisses lower, mapping Jack's torso with his mouth. His hands slide, pulling Jack closer to him as he moves lower, until he's holding Jack's hips.

He kisses his dick, then slides it into his mouth. He pulls the lube closer to slick his fingers as he bobs his head down. As he slides up again he carefully pushes two fingers in.

"I love you too," he says, and then his breath catches when Poison's moth slides down over his cock. Jack shakes his head, whimpering a little. "Babe, don't," he mumbles. "I can't. I'm going to...I'm going to come if you do that." He squirms down onto Poison's fingers in his ass.

He's never been more certain of anything in his life.

He lifts his head, sliding off Jack's cock with an obscene little sound. "I might be okay with that," he says sweetly as he slides his fingers in and out. "You don't have to be hard... unless you don't wanna come until I'm in you."

"I want to come when you're in me," says Jack, face still flushed, hair slipping across one eye until he shoves it back. "I want to come on your cock, baby."

"I was trying to be all romantic," he teases before he licks Jack's hip. He slides a third finger in, pressing until he finds just the right spot.

"By swallowing my dick?" teases Jack, his hips jerking when Poison's fingers graze that spot inside him. His cock bounces against his belly. "Fuck, Poison."

Poison rolls his eyes. "I was gonna worship you, asshole." He grins and leans up so he can give Jack a kiss. "Want a bit more? Or are you good?"

"You can worship my asshole later," says Jack, huffing a laugh. "Jesus. Okay. I'm ready."

"Uh huh. See if I try to be romantic again." He slides his fingers free and uses more lube to slick himself. He presses close and leans to kiss Jack as he pushes in, nice and slow.

"You're the one who was telling me that you've been. Ah-" His back arches as Poison slides his cock into him. "Whispering sweet nothings to me while I'm sleeping."

"I have been," he murmurs, stroking Jack's hair back as he steals another kiss. He waits for a moment before he rocks his hips back, then thrusts in again, building an easy pace.

"Go slow with me, baby," says Jack, leaning up to take a kiss, biting his lip as he rocks his hips, squirming down onto Poison's dick. "I want to feel every second of it, okay? Just be in the moment with me."

"If I go slower 'm not gonna be moving." He leans to nuzzle his nose against Jack's. "Just like this, honey." He kisses him, sliding his tongue out for a taste. Poison strokes his fingers into Jack's hair, pushing it back from his face. "I'm here."

Jack laughs against his mouth. Giddy.

"Yeah, keep moving," he says. His fingers skim down Poison's biceps. He bends his legs, cradling Poison's hips with his thighs. "Keeping fucking me."

Poison shakes his head and kisses Jack to shut him up. He moves steadily, each rock of his hips slow but firm. He stays close, keeping his weight on his forearms so he can kiss Jack whenever he wants.

Jack feels absurdly close to tears and he curls his arm around Poison's neck, holding on to him as they fuck, matching the rock of Poison's hips with the rock of his own. He leans up, kissing Poison's mouth, his chin, his jaw.

Poison nuzzles close, then pushes up a little to grab one of the spare pillows. "Pick your hips up, honey. As much as you can." He gets the pillow under Jack to make the angle better. Then he moves again, giving a firm roll of his hips. "How's that feel?" He asks it sincerely, watching Jack's face as he does.