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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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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs. "It's been a long time since I was like, with a woman without her being part of a threesome or something," he admits. He shrugs. "I mean, I don't know. I don't know if I have a type."

He finishes the braid and finds a little rubber band Girl uses in her hair sometimes. He tends to keep some around and he uses it to tie the end of the braid. Then he wraps his arms around Jack and rests his chin on his shoulder.

[rockabillyboy]

"I suppose it doesn't matter," says Jack, leaning back against Poison's chest. "You love me anyway. It's fine." He grins. "Guess you get to be with a girl for a bit. Well. I look like a girl, anyway."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Hey, like I said. No matter what I have on my mind, I am totally not going to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby. Same rules as always. And I'm not gonna touch you or anything unless you're feeling it."

He gives Jack a gentle squeeze, just wanting to reassure him. Poison is sure that, no matter how chill he is about being in a different body, it's still an adjustment.

[rockabillyboy]

He's pathetically grateful for how gentle Poison is, right then. How careful. He draws in a deep breath and then he pulls away, but only so that he can turn in Poison's arms. Only so that he can slip into his lap.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison feels his face get warm when Jack turns and settles in his lap. He holds him close, trying to be supportive and comforting and whatever Jack needs right now. He kisses Jack's hair.

"Want me to make us coffee or something?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shakes his head, slipping his arms around Poison's neck, his braid slipping over one bare shoulder. He kisses the corner of Poison's mouth.

"Not right now."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wets his lips after the kiss. "Okay," he breathes. Because Jack is wrapping around him, and it's-- it's different. Because Jack's breasts are pressing against him, and Poison is trying so hard not to be completely distracted by the new body under his fingertips, a body that still belongs to someone he desperately loves.

[rockabillyboy]

"You can touch me," says Jack, achingly aware of how his nipples brush Poison's chest when he breathes, the thin cotton of Poison's t-shirt. "Please touch me, baby." He gives Poison a crooked smile. "I need an anchor."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"How far do you wanna go?" he asks, kind of dazed when he hears Jack saying that in a more feminine voice. He wets his lips and slides his hands down Jack's back to his hips, pulling him a little closer. Poison's heart is already beating faster.

[rockabillyboy]

"If the light goes red, I'll tell you," says Jack, shifting his hips closer when Poison pulls him closer. He's desperately aware of the effect that all of this is having on this new body, the brush of Poison's clothes against his bare skin.

He bites his lip. He squirms a little.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods. "Okay," he breathes. Then he reaches up, holding Jack's face tenderly to anchor him for one hell of a kiss. There's a weird thrill of newness despite that they've been at this for months now.

He breaks from the kiss only to kiss down Jack's neck, apparently intent on seeing if his skin tastes any different. "You look really good, baby." Just in case he hasn't made that part clear yet. His hands slide down, one moving over Jack's breast, feeling its weight, its shape against his palm.

[rockabillyboy]

He's breathless when the kiss breaks, tits heaving with the force of his breathing. He flushes, tipping his head back to give Poison as much room as he wants to kiss at his throat. He worries his lip with his teeth for a moment, his hair tumbling down his back.

"How do I feel?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"So different," he laughs a little, but he doesn't mean to. He kisses Jack again and he can't help the slight upward push of his hips. Poison lowers his had again and he kind of leans Jack back, still holding him, until he can catch his nipple between his teeth. First a gentle bite, then a soothing sweep of his tongue. Somehow it's different like this, feeling the softness of his tit behind it instead of just muscle.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack gasps at the touch of Poison's teeth, his hips jerking. He groans softly, arching his back, pushing his chest forward against Poison's mouth.

"That feels so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his head a little. "Yeah?" he murmurs, breath fanning across Jack's skin. He lowers his mouth again, more intent on seeing just what feels good in this different body. He sucks gently at first, then tries something more firm - something he'd do to Jack if his chest happened to still be flat. He adjusts his grip so one hand can tease Jack's other tit, giving a firm knead.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," says Jack, Poison's hot breath making him shiver before his mouth is back, the wet press of his tongue. Jack groans, his pulse throbbing between his spread legs as he wraps them around Poison's waist. He squirms, pressing against Poison's mouth, into his hands. He whimpers.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Talk to me," he mumbles against Jack's skin. "I wanna know what feels different." His mouth closes again, sucking harder, like he means to give a hickey. Then he moves, easing Jack onto the bed so he doesn't have to hold him up - he wants to explore more, and he can't do that if Jack's in his lap.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, when you do that, I can feel it right between my legs," says Jack, his face flushing darkly when he says it, his hips squirming off the mattress.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck," he breathes. Poison pushes up and runs his hand down Jack's stomach, towards his-- his cunt. He wets his lips and cups his hand between Jack's legs, pressing up against him but making no attempt to penetrate just yet. "Yeah? Can I touch you here?"

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's palm is hot, pressed against him like that and Jack bites his lip, grinding down against Poison's fingers a little, wiggling his hips.

"I..." He swallows, nodding. "Yes. Yeah, of course."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison draws his hand back, though, and instead sinks down between Jack's legs. He slides one over his shoulder, and he peeks up one more time before he lowers his head. His red, red hair brushes against Jack's skin as his tongue slides between Jack's lips for a taste. He moans a little. He tastes a little different. Fuck. His arm tightens around Jack's thigh and he gets more intent, more bold, chasing that new taste as deep as his tongue can go. Then his mouth slides higher, tongue teasing past Jack's clit.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, God."

He should have seen that coming, knowing Poison like he does but, still, his head spins a little when Poison sinks down between his thighs. He knows how clever Poison's tongue can be, but this is a new sensation altogether and Jack gasps at the press of his mouth against his cunt. He rocks his hips experimentally.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans quietly when he feels Jack's hips move. Yes, that. Maybe it's kind of dirty as fuck but he's always figured if someone isn't trying to ride his face then he's just not making the right effort.

He closed his lips around Jack's clit as much as he could, teasing, licking, sucking. He only stops so his tongue can dip lower, teasing deeper into Jack's cunt to chase his taste, a little sweet but also like the sea. He waits until he feels Jack's hips moving more before his fingers tease against him again, offering but not yet giving more.

[rockabillyboy]

Almost tentatively, Jack pushes his fingers into Poison's red, red hair, cradling the top of his head as his hips ride forward, as he presses up against Poison's tongue, against the teasing brush of his fingers. His free hand skims his body, just teasing his nipple.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his head, testing to see if there's resistance in Jack's hands. He teases his fingers against his cunt. "This okay?" he asks, a little breathless. He swears he feels his dick throb when he realizes Jack's teasing himself.