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Poison considers. "You were bad earlier, you didn't even ask before you came," he points out.

Jack does his best not to pout, trying to keep his hips still under the teasing brush of Poison's fingers.

"I didn't know it was going to happen as quick as it did," he says.

"I know baby. But we're gonna work on you getting better." He strokes Jack's cheek and kisses him again. "Think you can behave while we're shopping? If you can, I'll make you see stars. I'll let you do whatever you want to me. But only if you're good."

Jack swallows, leaning up into the kiss, the gentle touch against his cheek. He nods.

"I'll be good."

"I know you will." He grins and kisses Jack again. "Get dressed, baby, we got shopping to do. I'll even wear panties in solidarity if you want." He pats Jack's ass, then grins. "Or you want me to man it up?"

Jack thinks about that for a moment, biting his lip. He figures he has permission to take the clamps off, so he does, rubbing his nipples with his thumbs when he does, breath hissing through his nose.

"Boxers," he says. "Let's play the game." He gets up off the bed. "I'm going to shower."

"Want company?" he grins, watching Jack get up. Fuck, he looks really good like this. Poison misses Jack's cock a little, but this is still awesome.

"If you get in the shower with me, we're never going to get out of the house," points out Jack, padding naked into the bathroom and turning on the shower. "Can you sort me out some clothes? Yours are going to fit better than mine."

"I dunno honey, you still seem taller than me," he points out. Maybe they wear the same size panties? He's not sure, but it's worth a shot. Poison rolls out of bed, and sometimes when he moves his head he catches the scent of Jack's cunt from when he ate him out. It's still on his skin, and he almost doesn't want to wash it off.

He picks clothes that he's pretty sure will fit Jack.

"You could just wear your own clothes and look a little butch," he points out when Jack reappears.

"That's a good point," says Jack, swathed in a towel, drying the long fall of his hair with another towel. "What did you find out for me?"

"I think you're too tall for most of my jeans, even the skirts," he laments. Sure, Jack could wear one of his skirts... but he'd probably flash the world a lot more than Poison does when he wears them. "I figured my panties might fit, if you wanna try."

He gestures to the blue polka-dot pair on the bed.

Jack slips into Poison's panties and then does a little turn, cupping his tits loosely. He glances up at Poison, eyebrows raised.

"Well?"

Poison bites his lip, because Jack looks really good in them. He finally finds his voice and says, "You look great, baby. Definitely gonna have to get you a bra, though. I mean, unless you don't want one. But if you do, gotta get it fitted. None of Sunny's would fit you."

His face gets just a little warm as he says it.

"Yeah, I think I want one," says Jack, grinning at Poison's blush as he pulls his own t-shirt over his head, trying not to be too self-conscious about the way of his tits under cotton when he pulls his jeans on.

"What else should we buy me?"

Poison shrugs a bit helplessly. "I guess it depends on the look you want," he says. "I mean, if you wanna try being femme, we could look for stuff."

He's also trying not to stare at the way Jack looks in the t-shirt now that he has tits.

"I think you should totally dress me up," says Jack, fluttering his eyelashes and smiling as he bends to pull on his sneakers. "Make me into your fantasy, baby."

Poison rolls his eyes. "That's not totally fair," he insists. Now that they're out of the scene, for the time being, the power dynamic is back to normal. "You've gotta wear it all, I want you to feel good and be comfortable. Also we've totally already established I don't really have a type."

Jack grins, tousling his fingers back through his long hair. He rolls one shoulder in a shrug.

"I'm ready when you are, baby."

Poison realizes right then that he's made no attempt to get dressed. Oops. He changes into fresh clothes, opting for a pair of red-as-his-hair boxer briefs. The rest is pretty much his usual: skinny jeans, boots, t-shirt.

When he's dressed he reaches for Jack's hand and collects his phone, wallet, and keys on their way out the door.

Jack really does his best not to feel self-conscious. Nobody's got any reason to look at him, he realises. No-one knows that anything's out of the ordinary and, if they look at him, it's because he's a pretty girl who's tall and...totally isn't wearing a bra.

Nobody has any reason, other than the fact that Jack is still fucking gorgeous. He squeezes Jack's hand, trying to help that self-conscious feeling, and leans up to kiss him once they're on the sidewalk.

"Wanna just hit the mall and see what we find?"

"Sounds good to me," says Jack, threading his fingers with Poison's and squeezing. He grins, glancing across at his boyfriend. "Think I might finally be prettier than you, man."

"I mean, you're pretty fuckin' good lookin' baby." Poison grins and bumps against Jack. "Gorgeous, amazing, super hot. And... yeah. You're super pretty." He leans up to kiss Jack's cheek. Then squeezes his ass.

Jack squirms away from the touch a little, rolling his eyes, swatting at Poison with one hand.

"Hands to yourself," he says. "You're just going to make me feel all..." He pauses, looking for the right word. "Objectified."

"I happen to know, for a fact, that you get off on a certain level of objectification." Poison grins and pulls Jack close again. "And that you love me."