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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."

Poison laughs a little. "After you teasing me?" He grins, though, and he gives Jack a kiss before easing onto his side. He reaches to push his pajama bottoms down, trusting Jack can or will take them the rest of the way.

He pushes Poison's pajama pants down and off, leans across him to grab the lube. He slides his hand along Poison's thigh.

"Bend this leg up towards your chest?"

Poison moves the way Jack directs, sliding his leg higher. He smiles, just kind of soaking in that warm feeling he has right now, spreading from wherever Jack touches him.

He slicks two fingers and slips his hand down, pressing them against Poison's hole, easing them inside. He presses against him, kissing his shoulder.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah," he breathes, arching as Jack's fingers slide in. "Yeah, you feel good baby." He turns his head, trying to give Jack a smile.

Jack leans to kiss the side of Poison's face as he fingers him, as he works him open, firm but slow.

Poison adjusts his position just a little to make it easier. He rests his head against the pillow, his smile lingering as Jack's fingers move. "Perfect," he breathes.

Jack eases a third finger into Poison's ass, making himself take it slowly, take it easy. He kisses Poison's shoulder, the side of his neck.

"I love you."

Poison reaches back, wanting to touch him, to feel him close. "Love you," he murmurs. He owes Jack a backlog of moments when he should have said it, could have said it. He doesn't mind saying it now.

"You feel ready, baby?" he asks, kissing the back of Poison's neck, nose buried in his red, red hair. "You want it?"

"Yeah, c'mon." His fingers brush Jack's cheek. Once Jack is pressed up behind him, Poison moves his leg, opening himself more to make it easier for Jack.

Fingers wrapped around his cock, Jack starts to ease in Poison's ass one slow inch at a time. Once he's as deep as he can get, his fingers skim up Poison's thigh before Jack starts to move.

He makes a soft sound as Jack pushes in, but that's all. He reaches back, draping his arm around Jack's neck, or his head, or wherever he can hold onto him. It leaves the front of his body open, exposed. "Just like this," he breathes.

Jack's hand smooths up Poison's belly, his chest, holding him close as Jack starts to fuck him, slowly, easily, taking his time. "You feel incredible, baby."