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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]

It's not the first time he's had Poison's fingers inside him, but it does feel completely different. Jack's hips still for a moment, giving himself a moment to get used to the press of Poison's finger into a whole new orifice. His breath catches.

"Feel good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah?" he checks in again, head against Jack's thigh. He waits, letting Jack just kind of feel it, get used to it. Then, after a little bit, he tries adding a second. Poison leans in to tease Jack's clit again, wanting to make sure he stays nice and relaxed.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," breathes Jack, his breath catching again, tits rising and falling as he just breathes, as Poison fucks him with two fingers, mouth pressed against him again. Jack moans.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby," he sighs. Poison starts moving his fingers, fucking Jack just like this. He takes it easy on the pace, wanting him to have a chance to get used to it. "How does it feel, honey? Can you tell me?"

He wipes his mouth with his free hand so he can give Jack a kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

Relief floods through him, that Poison still thinks that. That Poison's still into him, even when everything's different. "Different. It feels. Deeper, somehow?" He shivers. "Different than when you...play with my prostate?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah, it's gonna." He grins and adjusts the angle of his fingers. "Wonder if I can find your g-spot," he purrs. Poison presses the heel of his hand against Jack, giving him something to push up against, keeping rubbing pressure against his clit.

[rockabillyboy]

While he'd academically known that Poison had been with girls before, he only ever really hears him talk about Ghoul, about boys, so the fact that he's so good at this? comes as something of a dizzying surprise. Jack squirms his hips, rocking against the press of Poison's hand, the slide of his fingers.

"This is so fucking weird," he says, losing his words in a soft, breathy moan.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs. "Yeah? Tell me why it's weird, baby." He smiles and nuzzles Jack's cheek. He moves his hand to urge the rock of Jack's hips, fucking him slowly for now, really trying to feel him out, to learn what makes him whimper and squirm.

[rockabillyboy]

"Because I have tits?" says Jack, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Poison's mouth as he squirms, his nipples grazing against Poison's chest, the cotton of his t-shirt threatening to drive Jack wild. "Because I'm...sort of imagining how it's going to feel when you...fuck...when you slide your dick into me."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison drops his head to Jack's shoulder and moans a little when he hears him say that. "Jesus," he laughs. "Keep talking like that and I'm gonna come before I can get near you." He lifts his head, catching Jack in another kiss, slick and eager.

When they part, he's looking at Jack. "Do you want-- should we try?" He doesn't know if it's too new, too soon.

[rockabillyboy]

It's a loaded question because Jack can't imagine a situation where he wouldn't want that, wouldn't want to fuck or get fucked by the man he's so desperately in love with. He bites his lip and nods.

"I want to try it." He frowns. "You think we need to use..."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, shit," he murmurs. "Yeah, probably. I mean. I don't wanna-- we shouldn't risk it. Darrow's fucked up." He also doesn't want to pull his fingers out of Jack, but he does. He hesitates a moment, staring at Jack, then he takes his hand, pulls it down between his legs and coaxes his fingers to slip over his new cunt. "Think you could push one in, baby, hold my place while I find our condoms?"

They haven't needed them in a while, Poison hopes there's still some in the nightstand.

[rockabillyboy]

"Don't want to accidentally knock me up."

His face blushes darkly when Poison guides his hand like that. His eyelashes flutter and then he slides a finger into himself, moaning at how it feels. "Sure you don't want me to use two?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins. "Yeah I really do. But I thought you might wanna work up to it." He kisses Jack again, lingering for a second to taste him. Then he pulls back to look through the nightstand. They were a little buried, but he finds some.

He moves back to where he'd been, but instead of taking over again he just kind of... watches. "How's it feel?" he asks, a little breathless. He rips the foil open so he can roll the latex down.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack fucks himself slowly with one finger, a tiny crease between his eyebrows as he slides another in alongside it.

"Hot," he says, biting his lip over a smirk. "Wet. Jesus. So wet."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Bet I could make you a total fucking mess," he sighs, moving closer. Poison leans down to lick Jack's fingers. He lifts his head again, grinning. "So gonna find out how many times I an make you come later."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's breath catches at the touch of Poison's tongue, his tits shivering. He bites his lip.

"You know you can do whatever you want to me, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I know, honey. But this is all brand new, still." He doesn't want to overwhelm Jack when he already has to cope with an entirely new body. He gently coaxes his fingers out, wanting so bad to feel him. He laces his fingers with Jack's, not at all caring that they're slick, and gently pins his hand down. Poison leans for another kiss as he eases between Jack's legs - even those are so different - and reaches between them to guide his cock.

He takes that glacial pace that Jack's used on him before, thinking eh should have spent a little more time on foreplay but he feels so fucking good. "Jack," he gasps. "Holy shit baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Poison goes slow, so slow, and everything's so slick and ready that it doesn't hurt. There's stretch, sure, but not in a way that Jack can't stand. He lifts his legs, thighs bracketing Poison's hips. His fingers curl, squeezing Poison's hand.

"That's good, baby," he breathes. "Don't stop."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

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."