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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.

"Might take a while, but I'm pretty sure I could," he says, kissing the back of Poison's neck again. He rolls his wrist, stroking him slowly. "What do you need, baby?"

"To feel this," he murmurs. "Just a little longer. Then we can uhm. We can move a bit... push me onto my belly. Don't want it fast, but. You can get deeper." He wants to at least offer that, because he knows it'll feel good no matter what.

Jack nods, happy to take guidance. He rubs his thumb over the head of Poison's dick, spreading slick, teasing. He keeps up the slow steady movement of his hips, the slide of his dick.

He could fall asleep like this. It just feels really good, and it's not demanding. But eventually he reaches back, gently patting Jack's thigh. "C'mon honey."

Poison waits until Jack is pressed up against him, then he moves, rolling onto his belly. He lifts his hips off the bed, manages to get his knees under him, just enough, without dislodging Jack. He's still low to the bed, but at least this way Jack can move.

Jack shifts behind Poison, up onto his knees so that he's got the leverage to fuck him a little deeper. He keeps up the slow, steady pace though. He's enjoying how gentle, how lazy everything feels.

"Still good?"

"Really good," he breathes. "Stay low... stay close." He reaches to find one of his hands, wanting to lace their fingers together. He wants to feel Jack over him. Poison arches his back a tiny bit. "'m close, Jack."

Leaning forward, pressing belly and chest against Poison's back, Jack keeps up the slow, steady movement of his hips. He squeezes Poison's fingers, kisses his shoulder.

"Don't come yet," he breathes. "Wait for me."

He nods a little, gently tightening his grip on Jack's hand. It's perfect. "'m waiting," he murmurs. He can hold off, ride this perfect wave until Jack's with him. Poison's eyes drift closed and his free hand reaches back, gently tangling in Jack's hair.

Jack's not sure they're ever fucked like this before. He lets out a shivering breath, his head dropping to press his forehead against Poison's shoulder as he moves inside him.

Poison knows they haven't - and he's completely lost in it now. "Love you," he gasps, his voice edged with a little whimper as he tightens around Jack. He's close, he's so damn close now and he's trying to ease away from that edge.

"I'm nearly there," gasps Jack, his arm tight around Poison's waist as they fuck. "God, babe, I'm nearly there. Just...just wait for me." He sucks up a mark on Poison's shoulder. "Love you. Just...hold on."