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"Holy fuck," he gasps, pushing his hips against Jack's, grinding against him once he's in as deep as he can go. He wets his lips, just catching his breath for a second. He braces himself against the bed and his other hand slides down, gripping Jack's thigh to hold it against his hip. He starts kind of slow at first, partially for his own benefit. It's been a long time since he was with someone like this, someone with this kind of body. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

"You feel fucking huge," says Jack, laughing, tucking his head into the hollow of Poison's throat for a moment. He shifts his leg a little, his heel pressing into Poison's thigh, right under the curve of his ass. "It's good, baby. It's so good."

Poison laughs a little, because he didn't expect that. With Jack's encouragement, he starts moving more smoothly. He still has his shirt on, he hadn't even thought to take it off and he still doesn't when he lets go of Jack's thigh in favor of leaning over him, keeping low. He feels so fucking good, and it's been so long since he's been in anyone's cunt, and it's Jack.

Part of Jack wishes that Poison was naked in his arms, but the thin cotton of his t-shirt feels so good rubbing over his nipples like that he can't actually complain. He leans up, taking a kiss, sloppy and hungry and open mouthed.

Poison devours Jack's mouth, trying to taste every part of him. He has to break it so he can breath, so he can push himself up a little more to get more power behind each thrust of his hips. He wants Jack to feel it. He adjusts his position again so he can take Jack's hand, guide it down between his legs to show him right where his clit his. "Figure out what feels good, baby... wanna feel you come," he breathes. "You feel so fucking good."

Between the press of their bodies, Jack twitches his fingers, stroking them over his clit, teasing a little, gasping at how good it feels to touch himself like that as Poison fucks him.

"You feel incredible."

"You," he murmurs against Jack's cheek. He drops his head, catching Jack's tit so he can catch his nipple, so he can give a firm suck, a careful bite before he picks his head up again. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna come. Wanna feel you come honey, tell me what you need."

Jack's back arches an he makes a soft noise, his cunt tightening around Poison's dick for a moment.

"More of that," he says, breathless, his fingers twitching feverishly now. "More teeth."

Poison gasps sharply when he feels Jack tighten like that. He bites Jack again, then sucks hard, like he plans to leave a hickey right there over the nipple. Maybe Jack will feel it later... Fuck the thought makes his cock twitch. He has to move higher - being bent as he is makes thrusting too difficult, he can't get the force he wants. He leaves little red bite marks across Jack's breast, up to his neck. He finds a promising spot and bites again, holding on this time.

The pain from the bite makes his cunt throb, and then everything's tightening in his belly and it slams through him, shivering and spasming, and all he can do is moan, clinging to Poison's shoulders, the back of his neck as he comes.

He can't even squeeze out a moan.

Poison gasps sharply, picking up his head when he feels Jack get tight like that, clinging tight and moaning. "Fuck," he breathes, and he has to wait a second, hips still, before he can keep going. He fucks Jack to a desperate finish, coming just a moment after him.

He gathers Jack close, holding him tightly as they both shiver through their after shocks. He looks at Jack's face, brushing his cheek tenderly.

All that he can do is cling to Poison, his breath sobbing out against his skin. He turns his head, kissing Poison fingers.

"That was amazing."

Poison grins and nuzzles against Jack's temple. He still smells good. A little different, but good. "Yeah?" he murmurs. He pushes himself up slowly so he can pull out and toss the condom. Then he flops next to Jack, still catching his breath.

"Yeah," says Jack, grinning, turning towards Poison and pressing a kiss against him. "Think you're going to have a good time with this, however long it lasts? Kav said it lasted about a week when it was him." He idly covers one breast with one hand, squeezing lightly, enjoying the weight in his palm.

"Baby if you can still walk by the end of the week I'm gonna be disappointed," he teases. Poison laughs and leans to kiss him. And he can't help it, he shakes his head when he noticed Jack playing with his own breast. He leans over to kiss Jack's hand. "They're pretty nice," he quips. "Ever felt up a girl before?"

"Never," says Jack, grinning, shifting his grip a little, pinching his nipple between his fingers. "Well. Maybe over clothes, but never like this."

He props himself up to watch, just kind of curious to see Jack exploring. "Does it feel the same when you do that? I mean. I know it's mostly just more tissue, right?" He's not actually sure the sensitivity would change... would it?

Poison is convinced a lot of science is going to happen until Jack changes back.

Jack knocks his head.

"Everything's more sensitive." He pinches his nipple harder, twisting between his fingers and his breath catches. "Especially there."

Poison bites his lip. "Shit," he murmurs, trying not to get too caught up in just staring but... Okay it's different. It's like the first time he ever watched Jack touch himself all over again.

Shifting onto his back, Jack slides both hands across his breasts, squeezing, pressing them together. His eyelashes flutter. He knows exactly the effect he's having on Poison right then.

"This is so not fair that you are hot no matter what body you're in," he mumbles, and he's still staring because who wouldn't? And he itches to touch, already feels his mouth watering a little, but he wants to let Jack go. Wants to watch him.

"Think you might be biased, baby," says Jack, arching a little into his own touch as he traces his nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

"Totally bias. So okay with admitting that." He bites his lip, then finally leans. His hand slides up Jack's stomach before grabbing his tit, giving a firmer knead. He's a little worried about hurting him, only because his body is different.

The way they'd fucked before was perfect but they both know how much Jack likes it a little bit rougher. When Poison touches him like that, he moans, his back arching.

"Gotta learn your boundaries all over again," he says with a little laugh. He doesn't want to treat Jack differently, it's just... new. He kisses him, slow and slick. His thumb sweeps across a firm nipple before he gives it a sharp pinch.