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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 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.

[rockabillyboy]

"Still green."

Poison's phone is full of photos of him in a variety of positions, in all stages of undress. Jack's got no reservations about Poison taking photos of him, of knowing that it's only Poison who gets to see him like that.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison takes a few pictures, watching Jack through the screen. It feels obscene but he kind of likes it, especially knowing Jack is good with it. Knowing Jack has just as many obscene pictures of him. He gets a picture of his face for good measure, then tosses his phone aside.

"Want you to push your fingers deep, baby, but stop moving them. Just keep them there."

He waits, making sure Jack does what he says. Then he smacks his ass, hard. He still worries about hurting him, like he had that first time, but he quickly gets into the rhythm of it, peppering Jack's perfect ass with blows until his hand hurts, until his ass is red and hot.

[rockabillyboy]

He does as directed, pushes two fingers deep into his cunt and then goes still, just holding them inside him as Poison spanks him. He stays still for as long as he can, squirms away a little when everything becomes a bit too sensitive.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"How're you feeling, honey?" he murmurs sweetly against Jack's back, lips brushing his skin. His hand slips between his legs, just feeling where his fingers disappear.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good," says Jack, still in a place where he can be coherent, even with his fingers buried in his cunt, his ass stinging. Even with Poison's fingers teasing over him like that. "So good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Stay just like that." He gets up to look through the drawer they keep toys in at Jack's place. He thinks for a moment, then picks out what he wants. Poison returns to bed, setting his choices aside.

"Pull your fingers out, baby. No matter what happens next, I'm gonna need you to not let yourself come. You can ask if you really need it, but don't just go firing off like some undisciplined punk." He grins and nuzzles Jack's shoulder. "Be good," he coos.

Once Jack's fingers are out, Poison promptly - gently - pushes a vibrator into him. It's not overly large, enough for Jack to feel it, and he lets it sit there for a moment before turning it on. He keeps it on the lowest setting, for now, and gently pats Jack's thigh, coaxing him to roll over.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.