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"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.

"Hi," says Jack, turning to kiss Poison's forehead, uncomfortable, now, with the pillow wedged under his ass, but unwilling to move, all the same. "That was pretty incredible."

Poison smiles and nuzzles Jack's cheek. "Yeah?" He brushes a kiss wherever is nearest to his lips, and he feels like he should move but Jack doesn't seem in a hurry to let him go.

"Yeah. Probably not for you, but..." He huffs his hair out of his eyes and loosens up his hold on Poison, letting him move if he wants to.

"Shut up with that," he says gently. "It was amazing for me too, honey." He leans up to give Jack a tender kiss, then slowly pulls out. He tugs the pillow out from under Jack and tosses it back towards the head of the bed.

As soon as Poison's moved the pillow, Jack reaches out to snag his wrist and pull him back in close. He doesn't care about cleaning up the mess right then.

"I just...worry about..." He frowns. "You getting bored. With me. There's only so many books I can read, you know?"

Poison shakes his head. "It's not about reading books, Jack. You think I'm with you 'cause you're a novelty?" He settles close and strokes his fingers through Jack's hair.

"If it makes you feel better, I've been worried all this time about tying you down. Or making you feel like you're stuck."

"Not what I meant," he says, shuffling closer until the tip of his nose is almost brushing Poison's. "Just...having to show me every little thing? I know I'm a quick study, but I don't want it to get tedious for you." He swallows. "I can't imagine wanting anyone but you."

"You can't imagine it now. But I'm still only the first person you've ever been with." He touches their foreheads together, then gives Jack a light kiss.

"I'm not worried about showing you stuff, Jack. And I'd rather we like... learn and do stuff together than you never ask at all."

"So? Maybe you're the only person I'm ever going to be with." Right now, he'd be okay with that. He leans into the kiss, just a light brush of lips. "Guess I'll keep asking then."