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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.

The pillow under his hips changes the angle of Poison's dick inside him; suddenly, it feels like Poison's fucking him so deep he can taste it. The firm roll of Poison's hips jolts a moan out of him.

"That's perfect," he whimpers. "Just like that."

"You feel so good, baby." He keeps going, moving just a bit harder but not faster, keeping it nice and slow - as slow as he can stand, anyway.

"I love you so much," says Jack, eyes slipping shut as he slides his hand down between them, curling his fingers around his dick and starting to stroke.

"Love you," he murmurs. Poison brushes his fingers into Jack's hair while his other hand slides down, wrapping around Jack's as he strokes himself. Not to stop him, or even really to help him - just to touch him.

"I love you," says Jack, and he wonders if he's ever going to get bored of saying it, now that he's allowed to say it, now that it keeps fizzing out of him. Poison's hand on his is all it takes to push him over the edge and he comes, over their fingers, over their belly, his back arching as much as it can with Poison's weight over him.

Poison gasps when he feels Jack come, feels him get tight for a second and sees that look on his face. "Jesus," he whispers. He thrusts faster, harder, until he pushes himself over the edge to join Jack in that euphoria. He moans, shivering hard as he comes.

"Love you," he breathes, dazed but sincere.

He wraps both arms around Poison, pulling him down, making a mess of both of them, but he doesn't even care. He just needs Poison there, right then. He needs to feel him, skin to skin.

He doesn't care about being a mess, especially not with Jack. He smiles and rests his head on Jack's shoulder, wrapping around him as much as he can just then.

"Hey," he murmurs, still trying to catch his breath.