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"Talk to me," he mumbles against Jack's skin. "I wanna know what feels different." His mouth closes again, sucking harder, like he means to give a hickey. Then he moves, easing Jack onto the bed so he doesn't have to hold him up - he wants to explore more, and he can't do that if Jack's in his lap.

"God, when you do that, I can feel it right between my legs," says Jack, his face flushing darkly when he says it, his hips squirming off the mattress.

"Fuck," he breathes. Poison pushes up and runs his hand down Jack's stomach, towards his-- his cunt. He wets his lips and cups his hand between Jack's legs, pressing up against him but making no attempt to penetrate just yet. "Yeah? Can I touch you here?"

Poison's palm is hot, pressed against him like that and Jack bites his lip, grinding down against Poison's fingers a little, wiggling his hips.

"I..." He swallows, nodding. "Yes. Yeah, of course."

Poison draws his hand back, though, and instead sinks down between Jack's legs. He slides one over his shoulder, and he peeks up one more time before he lowers his head. His red, red hair brushes against Jack's skin as his tongue slides between Jack's lips for a taste. He moans a little. He tastes a little different. Fuck. His arm tightens around Jack's thigh and he gets more intent, more bold, chasing that new taste as deep as his tongue can go. Then his mouth slides higher, tongue teasing past Jack's clit.

"Oh, God."

He should have seen that coming, knowing Poison like he does but, still, his head spins a little when Poison sinks down between his thighs. He knows how clever Poison's tongue can be, but this is a new sensation altogether and Jack gasps at the press of his mouth against his cunt. He rocks his hips experimentally.

Poison moans quietly when he feels Jack's hips move. Yes, that. Maybe it's kind of dirty as fuck but he's always figured if someone isn't trying to ride his face then he's just not making the right effort.

He closed his lips around Jack's clit as much as he could, teasing, licking, sucking. He only stops so his tongue can dip lower, teasing deeper into Jack's cunt to chase his taste, a little sweet but also like the sea. He waits until he feels Jack's hips moving more before his fingers tease against him again, offering but not yet giving more.

Almost tentatively, Jack pushes his fingers into Poison's red, red hair, cradling the top of his head as his hips ride forward, as he presses up against Poison's tongue, against the teasing brush of his fingers. His free hand skims his body, just teasing his nipple.

Poison lifts his head, testing to see if there's resistance in Jack's hands. He teases his fingers against his cunt. "This okay?" he asks, a little breathless. He swears he feels his dick throb when he realizes Jack's teasing himself.

Twisting his wrist, he tugs Poison's hair, just a little. He squirms again, rubbing his cunt down against Poison's fingers, feeling the throb in his belly, between his thighs.

"Feels good so far."

Poison can't help the euphoric look on his face when Jack pulls his hair, even if it's light. "Okay," he breathes. He teases a little longer before he finally slides one finger into him. He actually moans at the feeling, dropping his head to rest it against Jack's thigh. "Fuck," he sighs.

It's not the first time he's had Poison's fingers inside him, but it does feel completely different. Jack's hips still for a moment, giving himself a moment to get used to the press of Poison's finger into a whole new orifice. His breath catches.

"Feel good."

"Yeah?" he checks in again, head against Jack's thigh. He waits, letting Jack just kind of feel it, get used to it. Then, after a little bit, he tries adding a second. Poison leans in to tease Jack's clit again, wanting to make sure he stays nice and relaxed.

"Yeah," breathes Jack, his breath catching again, tits rising and falling as he just breathes, as Poison fucks him with two fingers, mouth pressed against him again. Jack moans.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby," he sighs. Poison starts moving his fingers, fucking Jack just like this. He takes it easy on the pace, wanting him to have a chance to get used to it. "How does it feel, honey? Can you tell me?"

He wipes his mouth with his free hand so he can give Jack a kiss.

Relief floods through him, that Poison still thinks that. That Poison's still into him, even when everything's different. "Different. It feels. Deeper, somehow?" He shivers. "Different than when you...play with my prostate?"

"Yeah, it's gonna." He grins and adjusts the angle of his fingers. "Wonder if I can find your g-spot," he purrs. Poison presses the heel of his hand against Jack, giving him something to push up against, keeping rubbing pressure against his clit.

While he'd academically known that Poison had been with girls before, he only ever really hears him talk about Ghoul, about boys, so the fact that he's so good at this? comes as something of a dizzying surprise. Jack squirms his hips, rocking against the press of Poison's hand, the slide of his fingers.

"This is so fucking weird," he says, losing his words in a soft, breathy moan.

Poison laughs. "Yeah? Tell me why it's weird, baby." He smiles and nuzzles Jack's cheek. He moves his hand to urge the rock of Jack's hips, fucking him slowly for now, really trying to feel him out, to learn what makes him whimper and squirm.

"Because I have tits?" says Jack, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Poison's mouth as he squirms, his nipples grazing against Poison's chest, the cotton of his t-shirt threatening to drive Jack wild. "Because I'm...sort of imagining how it's going to feel when you...fuck...when you slide your dick into me."

Poison drops his head to Jack's shoulder and moans a little when he hears him say that. "Jesus," he laughs. "Keep talking like that and I'm gonna come before I can get near you." He lifts his head, catching Jack in another kiss, slick and eager.

When they part, he's looking at Jack. "Do you want-- should we try?" He doesn't know if it's too new, too soon.

It's a loaded question because Jack can't imagine a situation where he wouldn't want that, wouldn't want to fuck or get fucked by the man he's so desperately in love with. He bites his lip and nods.

"I want to try it." He frowns. "You think we need to use..."

"Oh, shit," he murmurs. "Yeah, probably. I mean. I don't wanna-- we shouldn't risk it. Darrow's fucked up." He also doesn't want to pull his fingers out of Jack, but he does. He hesitates a moment, staring at Jack, then he takes his hand, pulls it down between his legs and coaxes his fingers to slip over his new cunt. "Think you could push one in, baby, hold my place while I find our condoms?"

They haven't needed them in a while, Poison hopes there's still some in the nightstand.

"Don't want to accidentally knock me up."

His face blushes darkly when Poison guides his hand like that. His eyelashes flutter and then he slides a finger into himself, moaning at how it feels. "Sure you don't want me to use two?"

Poison grins. "Yeah I really do. But I thought you might wanna work up to it." He kisses Jack again, lingering for a second to taste him. Then he pulls back to look through the nightstand. They were a little buried, but he finds some.

He moves back to where he'd been, but instead of taking over again he just kind of... watches. "How's it feel?" he asks, a little breathless. He rips the foil open so he can roll the latex down.