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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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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."

Poison groans at the thought. Jack is so slick like this, it'd be so fucking easy. "What if-- what if you're-- if you can--" He can't quite bring himself to say get pregnant, but it's there, hanging on the air. His mouth teases over Jack's neck. He's not going to give him a bruise there, though.

Jack laughs, a small, breathless sound, and shrugs one shoulder, his fingers pushed into Poison's hair.

"Cross that bridge if we get to it?"

"Are you sure?" he looks at Jack seriously, despite the fact that his fingers are pushed deep, despite the fact that Jack's standing there, holding up his dress. He loves him so fucking much. He doesn't want to be anything but safe with him.

"God, I don't know," says Jack, flushed and laughing again, squirming his hips. "How am I supposed to think when you're doing that to me?"

"Lemme make you come, baby," he murmurs sweetly. "Lemme take care of you and we can fuck when we're home. I promise." He pulls Jack into a kiss, sweet and slick.

Then he sinks to his knees and pulls Jack's panties lower. Keeping his fingers moving, pushing deep, he leans forward to tease Jack's cunt with his tongue. It pushes in next to his fingers before just a second before he shifts his focus to Jack's clit, teasing, sucking, tasting.

It's almost public, almost where people can hear them, and Jack finds that unbelievably exciting. He keeps his dress up out of the way with one hand, the other still pushed into Poison's hair.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Jesus, you're so good at this."

Poison doesn't answer, only offers a quiet little moan so Jack can feel the vibration of his voice. They have to be careful: they are in public, in a much more closed, well-lit place than an alleyway. So he focuses on trying to get Jack off, fingers fucking steadily, curling inside him just to see if he can find Jack's g-spot. He's never done it before, but he's definitely, maybe, read about it.

Jack is intensely aware of the bind of the dress across his tits, the press of Poison's mouth against his cunt. He arches against the wall, his head tipping back.

"That's it, baby. That's perfect."

He tries to fuck Jack harder, and he kind of wishes he was just fucking him, but that has to wait. Poison moves his mouth, finding a good, sensitive spot on Jack's inner thigh so he can start biting, sucking a bruise into place. He did promise him one.

It all happens at once. Jack feels it winding tighter and tighter in his belly and then he comes, it exploding out of him, thighs shivering and trembling. He shoves his fingers into his mouth to keep from shouting out.

Poison stays right where he is as Jack comes. He feels another surge of wetness and he moans a little against his thigh. He waits until he's sure Jack has a bruise that'll last a couple days, then eases back. His fingers slide out slowly and he licks them clean before he looks up at Jack.

"You okay, baby?"

"I'm so, so okay," says Jack, watching, wide-eyed as Poison sucks on his slick fingers. "You need me to take care of you?"

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