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Usually, Jack Vincent is an early riser. He gets up and he runs or he does yoga. He usually makes breakfast and brings Poison coffee in bed. They had a late night, though, so he's still sleeping when his alarm goes off. He reaches out, hitting snooze and turns over, burrowing his face into Poison's chest.

"Nope. Not yet," he murmurs.

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"You want to come in here while I'm trying stuff on?" Asks Jsck, disappearing back into the changing cubicle.

"Yeah I really do," he says, ducking right in before closing the door again. He finds a place out of the way to sit, holding clothes if he needs to.

The underwear that Jack picked out is the flimsiest, leaving nothing to the imagination as he starts to sort through the clothes that Poison bought in with him.

Poison tries not to stare and he tries to will his cock not to get hard, but Jack looks... really fucking amazing. He always does, but it's-- it's a different body and Poison isn't exactly used to seeing it, and it keeps catching him off guard. He takes a deep breath and lets it go in a slow, shivering sigh.

Jack tries on a pair of jeans and a button down plaid shirt, first. He combs his fingers through his long hair.

"What do you think?"

"I really like it," Poison answers. "It's like the femme version of what you'd usually wear." And he means that in a really good way. He looks Jack, just... super, super femme.

Grinning, Jack starts to unbutton the shirt, revealing the bra, pushed up tits.

"Pick out what I'm trying on next?"

"This one," he says, not hesitating a second as he holds out the red dress. And maybe he's staring at Jack's tits, because they look really fucking good in that bra.

Slipping the dress over his head, Jack settles the flimsy fabric over tits and hips. It's short, skimming his thighs. He combs his hair over one shoulder and then does a slow turn.

"Well?"

Poison wets his lips. "It looks... really, really great." He reaches for Jack, gently catching him by the hips when he's close enough. He leans to nuzzle against his stomach.

He pushes his fingers into Poison's hair, cradling the back of his skull, holding him close for a moment.

"I'm glad you like it."

"A lot," he murmurs. And he maybe slips his fingers beneath the hem of the skirt, touching the backs of Jack's thighs. "How're you feeling in it? In all the new stuff?" he makes himself look up, still very much concerned for Jack's well-being in all this. No matter how distracting he is.

The brush of Poison's fingers against the back of his thighs makes Jack's eyelashes flutter. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"I feel really sexy in this," he says.

"You look really sexy," he murmurs, tipping his head down again to nuzzle between Jack's legs. He doesn't try to move the dress out of the way... yet. His hands slide more firmly over Jack's legs, up over his ass and down again.

Unfamiliar anatomy reacts, pulsing at the press of Poisons face between his legs, the touch of his hands.

"You're going to make me soak through my new panties."

Poison bites his bottom lip and peers up again. "Is that bad?" As his asks, his fingers tease between Jack's legs from behind, just lightly brushing over his barely covered cunt.

"Suppose I've got others," says Jack, squirming his hips at Poison's light touch. "Or if I make too much of a mess you could just make me take them off altogether."

Poison makes a little noise at the thought and his arms tighten for a second around Jack. His fingers stay right where they are, drifting up and down along Jack's slit, teasing through the fabric. "Just say the word and I'll stop baby."

"Green light," says Jack, his fingers tightening in Poison's hair to tug lightly as he teases. "You want to fuck me in here, baby? Want to remind me who I belong to?"

"Gotta be quiet," he points out, voice low. "And I don't know if I have a condom on me." He should've thought about that before he left the house, but he'd been kind of caught up in how new this all is. He and Jack almost never use them anymore anyway.

"But I could make you come," he breathes. "And give you some bruises."

Jack wants to get fucked but he can make do with that, for now. He bites his lip, nodding his head.

"Bruises are good. I need grounding."

"Promise I'll make it worth it, honey." Poison stands up, almost wishing Jack ended up shorter so he could crowd him into the wall. He does it anyway, pressing to him as he catches him in a kiss.

"Here, hold this," he says, giving Jack a handful of the dress skirt. His hand slides between Jack's legs, cupping his cunt just to feel it through the flimsy fabric of his panties. "Fuck baby," he sighs, keeping his voice down. He nuzzles Jack's neck as he starts rubbing, teasing with pressure and contact, not even attempting to get beneath the panties yet.

Jack holds up the handful of dress well out of the way, which means, when he glances down, he can see a stretch of flat, tanned belly and Poison's hand pressed between his thighs. He's already soaking wet. He blushes, knowing that Poison can feel that.

"You feel so good," he sighs. He moves his hand, sliding it beneath Jack's panties. His fingers slip, slide over his clit and then lower so two of them can push into him. "Gonna have to start carrying condoms on me again," he says with a little grin, tipping his head up to bite Jack's jaw. He curls his fingers inside Jack and starts fucking him, just like that.

"So you can fuck me whenever you like," breathes Jack, squirming his hips rhythmically as Poison fucks him with his fingers. "Just press me up against the wall and go."