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"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."

"Yeah? Have I sold you on the benefits of cuddle sex," he teases. He turns his head - Jack's height makes kissing a possibility from this angle, at least. It feels so good and he arches a bit, gently encouraging.

"Mmhmm," murmurs Jack, his lips brushing against Poison's mouth. His hand skims down, curling around Poison's dick, stroking slowly as he fucks him.

"O-oh," he gasps, tightening for just a second when Jack starts stroking. Soon he relaxes again and rocks back to meet the gentle push of Jack's hips, then forward toward his hand. "God you feel good."

"You don't feel so bad yourself."

It feels like he could go like this for hours, if he keeps it slow and gentle like this. It feels like he could stretch this out forever.

It's gentle, and it's sweet, and it's slow, and Poison's forgotten how much he's missed this feeling until now. Part of him wants to stay just like this; another wants to roll just a bit more, onto his stomach. He wets his lips. "Think-- think you could come like this, baby? Do we need to move a little?"

He's not in a hurry. He just wants to ask before he gets completely absorbed in the glow he feels.