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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]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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?"

[rockabillyboy]

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

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.