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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 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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look so fucking good, baby," he breathes. Poison stares for a second as he thrusts between Jack's tits, fucking slowly. "Look at you. Such a perfect fuck toy."

He knows Jack still has the vibrator in him and he loves the way it makes him squirm.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack tilts his head, watching as Poison's dick slides between his tits. It's lewd and obscene and it makes his cunt throb. He bites his lip.

"All for you. Anything you want, baby. You know that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Hush baby, just take it or I'm gonna have to gag you," he says sweetly. Poison gasps, tipping his head back as he moves a little faster, fucks a little harder.

"Fuck--" His eyebrows draw together and his mouth falls open. It doesn't really take him long, not with Jack looking - feeling - so fucking perfect. He pulls back so he can stroke himself off, so he can come across Jack's perfect fucking tits.

[rockabillyboy]

"Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," says Jack, pushing his luck for a moment, just to see where it gets him. He bites his lip as a second load of come splatters across his tits, his clamped nipples.

"Fuck, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smacks Jack's cheek, hard, in response to the sass. He stares down at Jack, red-faced and covered in come. "Fuck," he sighs. He brushes his fingers over Jack's red cheek and then moves off to the side, collapsing onto the bed next to him. "Shit, you're gorgeous."

[rockabillyboy]

"Ah!" He nearly comes again, just from the slap but he manages to breath through it. He squirms when Poison slips to the side. Poison hasn't told him he can move his hands, so he doesn't. He bites his lip to keep from talking back.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He takes a moment to catch his breath. Then he sits up, reaching to pat Jack's thighs apart. He slides the vibrator out and turns it off. He leaves it on the bed for now and looks at the mess Jack is.

"You need a shower, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack almost whimpers with relief when Poison takes the vibrator out of him. He squeezes his thighs together again, as soon as he can.

"Yeah," he says, nodding. "I do."