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"I don't know how I'm ever supposed to get out of bed again with you looking like that," says Jack, grinning as he looks down at him. He rolls his hips down deliberately. "With you feeling like that."

"At least we're not too far from the kitchen," he teases. "We won't pass out from a lack of sustenance--mm." He arches toward Jack, t-shirt now bunched up beneath his arms and his pajamas loose, falling, around his hips.

Jack smooths his hand up Poison's torso again, kissing his lips, his jaw, the side of his neck. "You want to get naked for me again? You're halfway there anyway."

"I mean, if you insist." Poison wriggles out of his shirt, but he doesn't move to take the pajamas off yet. Doing so meant letting Jack's thigh out from between his legs, and he's not sure he wants that yet.

"I'm never going to get enough of seeing you naked," says Jack, pressing his mouth against Poison's throat, sucking lightly at his pulse.

"Uh huh. 'Cause I don' wander around naked, like some Buddhists." He grins at Jack, then tips his head back to make room for his head, his mouth.

"Because you hate that I do that," he says, smirking, kissing down Poison's throat. "You hate it."

"The worst," he agrees. "It's super distracting. Whatever thought I'm having just flies out the window as soon as you walk by."

"Maybe I ought to start wearing a sweatshirt at all times." He skims his hand down Poison's torso, pressing one hand against his belly, tracing the shape of his navel with his thumb.

"Whoa whoa that's escalating a little fast," he insists. "You could try those yoga pants of yours first. See if that helps." He squirms under Jack's touch, grinding against his thigh.

"Those yoga pants are pretty tight, though," says Jack, shifting, keeping Poison pressed against the mattress with one hand as he kisses his throat.

"Better than naked," he huffs, keeping his head back so Jack has full access. It feels... weird, in a good way, to be held in place so gently.

"You see if I get naked for you again any time soon," says Jack, pressing down lightly with the heel of his hand, kissing down over Poison's bare chest.

Poison makes a little sound under that pressure and finds himself pushing up, squirming under Jack's gentle, but firm hold. "Shit," he gasps.

He's managed to get Poison like this before, that night on his couch. He keeps up that firm pressure, lips dragging against his chest.

"What?"

"Nothing," he mumbles, though he arches towards Jack's hand. It's so near his cock and yet obnoxiously far, but he still has his thigh pressed up between his legs. He tries to get a tiny bit of satisfaction from that.

"Liar."

He trails his lips over Poison's nipple, licking first, and then teasing with the edges of his teeth.

Poison whimpers a bit. "'m not," he insists. "Just-- I don't know why that drives me nuts." He squirms again under Jack, testing that press of his hand.

"Does though, doesn't it?" he says, pressing a little harder, biting at Poison's nipple properly. "Really gets you going."

"You're such a--ah," he arches toward Jack's mouth and his dick throbs. "You're killin' me, honey."

"I'm such a what?" asks Jack, his mouth drifting across Poison's chest to tease his other nipple, the pressure on his belly firm and constant. "You can finish that thought. C'mon, Poison. Use your words."

"Pain," he gasps when Jack's mouth moves. He writhes, wanting more than just the weird, teasing pressure and not quite sure how to get it. He tries to grind against Jack's thigh, his hip.

"You want me inside you again, baby?" he asks, nipping at Poison's nipple before he raises his head. "That what you want?"

"Think so," he breathes, tangling his fingers in Jack's hair to try to pull him up for a kiss. "Yeah." They could just take turns all day - he'd be fine with that.

Jack nods.

"Just roll onto your side for me?" he asks. "Let's try and do it nice and slow."