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[rockabillyboy]

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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[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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?"

[rockabillyboy]

"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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison offers a sly grin and shakes his head. "I wanna wait until we're home," he says. He gets up to give Jack a kiss. "C'mon, let's get the stuff you like and maybe head that way."