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"Still green."

Poison's phone is full of photos of him in a variety of positions, in all stages of undress. Jack's got no reservations about Poison taking photos of him, of knowing that it's only Poison who gets to see him like that.

Poison takes a few pictures, watching Jack through the screen. It feels obscene but he kind of likes it, especially knowing Jack is good with it. Knowing Jack has just as many obscene pictures of him. He gets a picture of his face for good measure, then tosses his phone aside.

"Want you to push your fingers deep, baby, but stop moving them. Just keep them there."

He waits, making sure Jack does what he says. Then he smacks his ass, hard. He still worries about hurting him, like he had that first time, but he quickly gets into the rhythm of it, peppering Jack's perfect ass with blows until his hand hurts, until his ass is red and hot.

He does as directed, pushes two fingers deep into his cunt and then goes still, just holding them inside him as Poison spanks him. He stays still for as long as he can, squirms away a little when everything becomes a bit too sensitive.

"How're you feeling, honey?" he murmurs sweetly against Jack's back, lips brushing his skin. His hand slips between his legs, just feeling where his fingers disappear.

"Good," says Jack, still in a place where he can be coherent, even with his fingers buried in his cunt, his ass stinging. Even with Poison's fingers teasing over him like that. "So good."

"Stay just like that." He gets up to look through the drawer they keep toys in at Jack's place. He thinks for a moment, then picks out what he wants. Poison returns to bed, setting his choices aside.

"Pull your fingers out, baby. No matter what happens next, I'm gonna need you to not let yourself come. You can ask if you really need it, but don't just go firing off like some undisciplined punk." He grins and nuzzles Jack's shoulder. "Be good," he coos.

Once Jack's fingers are out, Poison promptly - gently - pushes a vibrator into him. It's not overly large, enough for Jack to feel it, and he lets it sit there for a moment before turning it on. He keeps it on the lowest setting, for now, and gently pats Jack's thigh, coaxing him to roll over.

He does exactly what he's told, stays where Poison's put him and, when Poison tells him to pull his fingers out, he pulls them out, pressing to the bed next to his face. Jack graons softly when Poison presses the vibrator into him, his hips shivering. He worries his lips with his teeth when it starts to vibrate. He slips onto his back, letting his thighs fall apart.

He clucks his tongue at Jack and gently guides his knees together. "Ssssh, don't gotta be all spread out for me, honey. Trap that feeling a while." Maybe it's cruel, because like this Jack can probably wiggle and squirm and squeeze, and tease himself as much as the vibrator will.

He picks up the other thing he got from the drawer. He's used it before, but he wonders if it'll be a little different now. Poison leans close, carefully applying the sharp little claps to Jack's nipples. There's a delicate chain connecting them, and he wonders if the weight of Jack's tits will make this feel different.

Squeezing his thighs shut around the vibrator just makes everything more intense and focused that before. He whimpers. When Poison attaches the clamps, his back goes into a tight arch, his breath sobbing out, making the chain shiver against his skin.

"Fuck."

"Doing okay honey? Tell me how you're feeling." Poison catches the chain in the crook of his finger and tugs gently, watching Jack closely. He's hard and it aches but he wants to draw this out.

"Distracted," says Jack, squirming his hips against the bed, lifting his shoulders off the bed a little when Poison tugs on the chain. "But good, baby. Really good."

Poison pulls on the chain again, enough to cause pressure. He reaches his other hand between Jack's thighs, gently nudging them apart so he can turn the setting on the vibrator higher.

The chain stretches his nipples, lifts his tits, and Jack gets his elbows underneath him, pressing his back into an arch as his hips squirm against the press of the vibrator in his cunt.

"You look so good," he murmurs. He coaxes Jack's thighs apart again and turns the vibrator up all the way. Then his fingers slide, teasing over Jack's clit. "Think I need you to suck my cock, baby."

His hips jerk at the touch and he honestly doesn't know how long he can focus with everything going on between his thighs. He worries his lip with his teeth, nodding a little. "Please, baby. I want it."

He moves to make it easy, gently guiding Jack's head to his cock. "Sssh, can't have you using those teeth, baby. Be good, okay? I need you to be really good. Don't you dare come without asking me." He tugs the chain again, a rough little jerk.

"Ah!"

Jack leans in, lips parted, and slides his mouth down Poison's dick, cheeks hollowing as he starts to suck. The pain in his nipples is constant but it's good, too. His cunt throbs.

Poison strokes Jack's cheek, staring as he bobs his head. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby. You're so good at this," he breathes. He adjusts their position a little and reaches to knead Jack's tit, careful not to disturb the clamp - he doesn't want to cause undue discomfort. The sharp pinch is enough on its own.

Leaning forward to suck Poison's dick makes Jack's tits sway under their own weight. He moans when Poison fondles him, arching his back to look for more.

"I wanna fuck your mouth, baby," he murmurs, fingers tangling tight in Jack's hair. It's threatening to start pulling the braid lose, but he doesn't care. They can fix it later.

Jack makes a soft, affirmative sound, nodding as much as he can. Poison's fingers in his hair suggest that he's not supposed to actually speak.

When he feels Jack relax, he starts moving, using him like he's any other sex toy. "Fuck," he gasps. "Remember when I had to be so careful with you, baby. Now look at you. So fucking perfect." He fucks into his mouth, careful not to choke him too badly but also not avoiding the occasional slip down Jack's throat.

He takes it as smoothly as he can, only gagging occasionally. He moans softly, the sound muffled around Poison's dick.

It's perfect. "Should I reward you and come like this, baby? Or do you want it somewhere else?" He pulls back, leaving Jack's mouth free so he might answer. His thumb slides under Jack's bottom lip, soft and swollen and fucking beautiful.

Jack thinks about that. He swallows, his throat a little raw from ill use. His eyelashes flutter and he drags on a breath that shivers the slender chain between his nipples.

"Come on my tits," he says. "Please."