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Poison meets the kiss, licking into his mouth. He twists his hand a little each time he strokes, making sure the fabric does more than just slide up and down.

The kiss actually makes it easier to stay quiet. He rocks up, getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers stay tight in Poison's hair.

Poison wishes he had a little more to work with. His free hand slides up under Jack's shirt, pushing it high but who the fuck is gonna see them? Maybe it's mean to do this when they're trying to be quiet, but as soon as he finds one of Jack's nipple, he gives a slow, sharp pinch.

He almost yelps. He bites his lip hard enough that he's sure he tastes blood, squirming in his chair as Poison plays with his cock and pinches his nipple. It's almost too much.

He really does need to exploit that more often. He doesn't let up, though maybe he's a little more gentle with Jack's chest as he teases him. He keeps stroking, urging Jack on. "Come for me, baby," he whispers against Jack's mouth. "How can I make you come?"

"God, your mouth," says Jack, struggling to keep his voice low as Poison pinches and strokes. "Suck my dick, baby."

Poison grins. "Okay. Maybe you're gonna need those panties, though." Rather than getting on the floor, he just leans over so he can guide Jack's cock into his mouth. He moans softly. His tongue swirls around him, then he bobs down, drawing back with a suck. Normally he might be tempted to make obscene sounds, but they're trying to be discreet.

Jack ends up shoving his fingers into his mouth and biting down to keep from making a noise as Poison goes down on him. His back arches, pressing his dick passed Poison's lips.

Poison bobs his head steadily. The hand still holding the panties slides lower, gently palming, kneading Jack's balls with the fabric. He goes down as far as he can without letting Jack slide down his throat - he doesn't want to lose control and choke. The position isn't ideal.

Poison's so good at this it's barely any time at all before Jack's teetering on the edge. His fingers tighten in Poison's hair, tugging him off his dick.

"C'mon, baby," he whispers. "Finish me off."

He lifts his head with a gasp and he replaces his mouth with his hand, stroking Jack with the panties again. He leans up, giving Jack another slick, needy kiss.

He's grateful for the kiss when he comes because Poison's mouth takes whatever small sound he makes as his hips jerk, as he squirms in his seat.

Poison hums against Jack's mouth as he comes, and he can't help but smile as he pulls back. "Lookit you," he murmurs, voice low. "Absolutely gorgeous."

Jack grins, blissed out, sensitive. He shifts his hips a little.

"Now what do you do?" he murmurs, intensely grateful that this is a loud, flashy movie.

"Kinda want you to go down on me, honey," he answers, eyebrows lifting. He kisses the tip of Jack's nose - probably a ridiculously cute gesture considering what he's just suggested.

"Put your panties in your mouth while I do?" asks Jack, breathes the words hot and heavy against the side of Poison's face, his hand already busy at his belt.

Poison nods and moves back a little. He makes sure Jack's looking at him as he balls up the panties and stuffs them in his mouth to gag him. Fuck, he can taste Jack on them. He twists to put up the arm rest behind him and promptly sprawls back across two seats.

They're going to be arrested. There's no way they're going to get away with his, but Poison looks so, so good, amazing, sprawled out across the seats like that with his mouth stuffed full of cotton and lace. It takes barely anything at all to flip his skirt up and bare his cock. Jack leans down, curling his fingers around Poison's dick to stroke him, brushing his cheek against the hot, hard line of his cock.

If they get arrested, he'll just continue being obscene with Jack behind bars. He whimpers and lifts his hips towards Jack at the first touch. His thighs tense for just a second when Jack's cheek brushes against him, and he can fucking feel the faint stubble.

Jack knows that Poison's into texture, into friction, so he scrapes his cheek against Poison's dick again before he lifts his head and sinks down over the first few inches.

Poison's thighs tighten on either side of Jack again when he feels that drag against sensitive skin. He whimpers and drops his hands to tangle in Jack's hair, holding tight. He rocks his hips up, encouraging.

He starts to bob his head, slowly at first, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He swirls his tongue around the head of Poison's cock, intensely aware of where they are, the noise and the flickering light.

Maybe he totally shot himself in the foot with this idea. Jack's mouth feels really good and Poison wants to be vocal about it. He moans, trying to be quiet. The panties help, and so does the fact that they picked an action movie or something. The rolling bass of an explosion makes him shiver as he rolls his hips, urging Jack on. If not for the noise and the ungodly chill of the movie theater, he could forget where he is.

He doesn't try to swallow Poison, carefully guarding his gag relfex, but he does take him as deep as he can with every bob of his head, every slip-slide of lips and tongue. His hands rest on Poison's hips, but he doesn't try to hold him down.

He tries to be careful, realizing Jack's not going down all the way. That's fine, probably for the better given their situation, but he can't help the way his hips push forward, trying to fuck Jack's mouth every time hie moves his head. He moans, one hand tight on the seat he's laying on and the other tangled in Jack's hair. He's so close, partially from the thrill that all this is happening in public.