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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 bites his lip. "Shit," he murmurs, trying not to get too caught up in just staring but... Okay it's different. It's like the first time he ever watched Jack touch himself all over again.

[rockabillyboy]

Shifting onto his back, Jack slides both hands across his breasts, squeezing, pressing them together. His eyelashes flutter. He knows exactly the effect he's having on Poison right then.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"This is so not fair that you are hot no matter what body you're in," he mumbles, and he's still staring because who wouldn't? And he itches to touch, already feels his mouth watering a little, but he wants to let Jack go. Wants to watch him.

[rockabillyboy]

"Think you might be biased, baby," says Jack, arching a little into his own touch as he traces his nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Totally bias. So okay with admitting that." He bites his lip, then finally leans. His hand slides up Jack's stomach before grabbing his tit, giving a firmer knead. He's a little worried about hurting him, only because his body is different.

[rockabillyboy]

The way they'd fucked before was perfect but they both know how much Jack likes it a little bit rougher. When Poison touches him like that, he moans, his back arching.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Gotta learn your boundaries all over again," he says with a little laugh. He doesn't want to treat Jack differently, it's just... new. He kisses him, slow and slick. His thumb sweeps across a firm nipple before he gives it a sharp pinch.

[rockabillyboy]

"Ah!" Jack squirms his hips a little, his ass rubbing against the bed. He's intensely aware of the fact that Poison is still wearing his t-shirt. "Boundaries are still the same. I think." He smiles. "Bet you're going to struggle more with some of it when I look like this though."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods. "Probably," he admits. "And I'm sorry about that." He knows that there's a mental block in place - he's not sure he can hit Jack in some of the same ways he has before. "I'll try, though," he promises. "And I'm sure there's things I'll want to try that wouldn't have even occurred to me before."

[rockabillyboy]

"You can do whatever you want to me," says Jack, grinning up at him, draping his hands against the pillow next to his head. "You know that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Knowing and being able to are totally different," he laughs. "Just like I tested the waters with you the first time around, even if you don't remember how nervous I was." He taps Jack's cheek.

[rockabillyboy]

It's not a slap, not even close, but something tightens in Jack's belly anyway. He breathes through his nose.

"I remember."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"So I might need to work up to it." And maybe a week won't be enough, but he'll try. He leans down to kiss over Jack's tit, feeling the weight of it against his hand. He bites his nipple, careful, before settling in to leave one hell of a hickey.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's mouth feels amazing, hot and sharp at once, and Jack pushes his fingers into his hair, cradling the back of his head as he marks him. It feels a lot like asserting ownership and Jack can feel his pulse throbbing between his thighs.

"We can just start going and see where we have to stop."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Mhm," he hums against Jack's skin. He's getting excited again, this could totally be a problem. With a soft gasp he lifts his head and looks down to admire the blossoming bruise.

He gives Jack a grin. "Totally need to get you clothes eventually."

[rockabillyboy]

"It's still early," says Jack, reaching up to press his fingers into Poison's hair, tugging him up for a kiss. "We've got plenty of time yet."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah it is," he breathes. He strokes Jack's cheek and kisses him saga in, harder this time. "Tell me what you want, baby. What do you wanna try?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Slap me around a little," says Jack, worrying his teeth with his lip. "Not my face, not if you don't want to. Use some of those toys on me." He leans up, kissing Poison hard again. "You know what I need, baby. You know where I need to get."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's face feels hot, and he knows what Jack's asking for - it's not any different, except Jack looks different, and he sounds different. He needs to get into the head space that's so easy when he's look at the Jack he knows.

"I wanna see you on your knees, baby. And I wanna watch you tease and fuck yourself like that. Shoulders down, ass up."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods and then he rolls onto his belly, getting his knees underneath him and pushing his ass into the air before he shuffles his knees wider to put himself on display. He's watched enough porn that he can more than picture what he looks like from behind. For a moment, he just holds the position, lets Poison take it in.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, fuck." Poison stares, and he aches the way he did the first time he saw Jack like this, except Jack had looked totally different at the time, anatomically. It looks really fucking good.

He realizes Jack's just kind of there, and he rolls his eyes and smacks his ass - almost as hard as he normally might. "This is not about posing it's about listening. I'll let you know if I want you to pose for pictures."

[rockabillyboy]

The slap stings, makes him yelp, and Jack nods, his cheek against the sheets. He reaches back between spread thighs, spreading his cunt with his fingers, teasing his clit. His breath catches.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to keep quiet for a minute, just staring. It's really been a while. He bites his lip and reaches down, giving his cock a squeeze just to take the edge off. He smacks Jack again, and again, just to see the red mark blossom.

"Like you mean it, baby. I know you watch porn, I'm sure you still check out the straight stuff."

[rockabillyboy]

Groaning softly at the smacks, Jack presses two fingers into his cunt, starting to fuck himself. Cheek pressed against the sheets, he reaches back with his other hand to rub his fingers over his clit. It doesn't even occur to him to argue.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're still so fucking beautiful, baby. You should see it." He leans to get his phone off the nightstand. "Still green?" he asks as he opens the app.