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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."

"Fuck," he gasps. "Lay back, honey. Just like that." Poison guides Jack's hand to his cock, urging him to stroke, to finish him like that. Just looking at him, seeing him like this, did it for him. A sharp little moan tears from him and he ends up leaning over Jack as he comes, needing one hand down to support himself after the first streak smatters across Jack's tits.

He gasps when the first streak of come splashes across his chest, hot against his skin. He arches his back, his tits lifting, the chain shifting against his skin. He groans softly, squeezing his thighs shut around the vibrator.

"Fuck, baby."

Poison leans down to kiss Jack hard. His hand reaches, tucks between Jack's thighs to rub his clit. "Is that what you want, baby? To get fucked?"

Jack nods his head, eyebrows drawn together as he squirms his hips.

"You know I do," he says. "I always want to get fucked by you."

Poison grins and nuzzles Jack's hair. "Are you going to be good?" he asks, voice a bit lower. "Are you going to tell me when you need to come?"

"I'll be so good," says Jack, nodding his head again as Poison nuzzles at him. The pitch of Poison's voice sends a tremble all of the way through him. "I'll try."