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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]

Jack makes a soft, affirmative sound, nodding as much as he can. Poison's fingers in his hair suggest that he's not supposed to actually speak.

[afabulouskilljoy]

When he feels Jack relax, he starts moving, using him like he's any other sex toy. "Fuck," he gasps. "Remember when I had to be so careful with you, baby. Now look at you. So fucking perfect." He fucks into his mouth, careful not to choke him too badly but also not avoiding the occasional slip down Jack's throat.

[rockabillyboy]

He takes it as smoothly as he can, only gagging occasionally. He moans softly, the sound muffled around Poison's dick.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's perfect. "Should I reward you and come like this, baby? Or do you want it somewhere else?" He pulls back, leaving Jack's mouth free so he might answer. His thumb slides under Jack's bottom lip, soft and swollen and fucking beautiful.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thinks about that. He swallows, his throat a little raw from ill use. His eyelashes flutter and he drags on a breath that shivers the slender chain between his nipples.

"Come on my tits," he says. "Please."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck," he gasps. "Lay back, honey. Just like that." Poison guides Jack's hand to his cock, urging him to stroke, to finish him like that. Just looking at him, seeing him like this, did it for him. A sharp little moan tears from him and he ends up leaning over Jack as he comes, needing one hand down to support himself after the first streak smatters across Jack's tits.

[rockabillyboy]

He gasps when the first streak of come splashes across his chest, hot against his skin. He arches his back, his tits lifting, the chain shifting against his skin. He groans softly, squeezing his thighs shut around the vibrator.

"Fuck, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison leans down to kiss Jack hard. His hand reaches, tucks between Jack's thighs to rub his clit. "Is that what you want, baby? To get fucked?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods his head, eyebrows drawn together as he squirms his hips.

"You know I do," he says. "I always want to get fucked by you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and nuzzles Jack's hair. "Are you going to be good?" he asks, voice a bit lower. "Are you going to tell me when you need to come?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I'll be so good," says Jack, nodding his head again as Poison nuzzles at him. The pitch of Poison's voice sends a tremble all of the way through him. "I'll try."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tsks his tongue. "I don't know if that's good enough, honey. You've been so good, I need you to do more than try."

[rockabillyboy]

It's all too overwhelming. Poison's voice, his hands, the warmth of his skin, the buzz of the vibrator against unfamiliar anatomy, the pinch of the clamps. It hits Jack before he realises that it's happening, and then he's coming, helpless to stop it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh," he breathes when he realizes Jack is coming. Poison smirks, and he keeps his hand right where it is, working Jack through it. Then he pulls his hand away, fingers drifting up Jack's body. Without warning, he smacks his tit, rather satisfied by the bounce, the weight of it.

"Baby, that's so disappointing."

[rockabillyboy]

Face burning with shame and arousal, Jack squeezes his eyes shut, his breath catching when Poison slaps his tit like that. He bites his lip.

"I'm sorry, baby. I...I didn't mean to."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'm sure you didn't, baby, but you did." He strokes Jack's cheek. "Gonna have to punish you for being bad. Maybe not right now, but it'll happen." He leans down to give Jack a tender kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

He makes a soft, helpless sound against Poison's mouth, but he does not.

"I deserve it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You do, it's good you know that." He kisses Jack again, sweet despite the threat. "Do you think you still deserve my cock after that, baby?"

[rockabillyboy]

Tears threaten to sting in the corner of Jack's eyes. He shakes his head, swallowing against them, arching his back a little.

"Maybe not," he says. "I've been bad."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh baby, don't get upset. I'm not mad at you." He's gotta walk this line carefully. He leans to kiss Jack again, tender. "Sssh, it's okay. You just need to learn to do better. That's all. You have to learn to try harder."

[rockabillyboy]

"M'not really upset," he says, even though he is, a little bit, flustered that he couldn't be good, that he couldn't do what Poison told him to do. He leans up into the kiss, nodding.

"I want to be good for you, baby," he says. It's more than want and they both know that. He needs it. Desperately.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh honey," he coos. "I know. Gonna have to work up to it again, it's okay. I know you can be good." He gives Jack another sweet kiss, fingers gentle on his neck, his cheek. "Maybe you can stroke me off instead, okay? Use your mouth a little."

But he is punishing Jack, just a tiny bit: he isn't going to fuck him again just yet.

[rockabillyboy]

The vibrator is still pressed inside him, threatening to drive him mad, but Jack draws in a shivering breath and nods, lifting his head to press into the kiss more.

"How do you want me?" he asks, eyes wide.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip, and he tries to think of something-- Oh.

"On your back, baby." He waits for Jack to move, then straddles him. Poison spits on his palm, then rubs it between Jack's tits. "Gonna have you hold your tits together, baby... gonna fuck you just like this."

He wonders if it'll effect how the clamps feel, and he hopes it's good for Jack, and maybe a little humiliating.

[rockabillyboy]

Blood floods into Jack's face, at the thought of it, at how good the thought of that objectification makes him feel. He shifts, arching his back slightly, pressing tits together. It shifts the clamps on his nipples, makes his breath hitch between clenched teeth. He presses his thighs together, holding the vibrator in place, trying to be good.