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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 groans at the thought. Jack is so slick like this, it'd be so fucking easy. "What if-- what if you're-- if you can--" He can't quite bring himself to say get pregnant, but it's there, hanging on the air. His mouth teases over Jack's neck. He's not going to give him a bruise there, though.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack laughs, a small, breathless sound, and shrugs one shoulder, his fingers pushed into Poison's hair.

"Cross that bridge if we get to it?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Are you sure?" he looks at Jack seriously, despite the fact that his fingers are pushed deep, despite the fact that Jack's standing there, holding up his dress. He loves him so fucking much. He doesn't want to be anything but safe with him.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, I don't know," says Jack, flushed and laughing again, squirming his hips. "How am I supposed to think when you're doing that to me?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Lemme make you come, baby," he murmurs sweetly. "Lemme take care of you and we can fuck when we're home. I promise." He pulls Jack into a kiss, sweet and slick.

Then he sinks to his knees and pulls Jack's panties lower. Keeping his fingers moving, pushing deep, he leans forward to tease Jack's cunt with his tongue. It pushes in next to his fingers before just a second before he shifts his focus to Jack's clit, teasing, sucking, tasting.

[rockabillyboy]

It's almost public, almost where people can hear them, and Jack finds that unbelievably exciting. He keeps his dress up out of the way with one hand, the other still pushed into Poison's hair.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Jesus, you're so good at this."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison doesn't answer, only offers a quiet little moan so Jack can feel the vibration of his voice. They have to be careful: they are in public, in a much more closed, well-lit place than an alleyway. So he focuses on trying to get Jack off, fingers fucking steadily, curling inside him just to see if he can find Jack's g-spot. He's never done it before, but he's definitely, maybe, read about it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack is intensely aware of the bind of the dress across his tits, the press of Poison's mouth against his cunt. He arches against the wall, his head tipping back.

"That's it, baby. That's perfect."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He tries to fuck Jack harder, and he kind of wishes he was just fucking him, but that has to wait. Poison moves his mouth, finding a good, sensitive spot on Jack's inner thigh so he can start biting, sucking a bruise into place. He did promise him one.

[rockabillyboy]

It all happens at once. Jack feels it winding tighter and tighter in his belly and then he comes, it exploding out of him, thighs shivering and trembling. He shoves his fingers into his mouth to keep from shouting out.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison stays right where he is as Jack comes. He feels another surge of wetness and he moans a little against his thigh. He waits until he's sure Jack has a bruise that'll last a couple days, then eases back. His fingers slide out slowly and he licks them clean before he looks up at Jack.

"You okay, baby?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm so, so okay," says Jack, watching, wide-eyed as Poison sucks on his slick fingers. "You need me to take care of you?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison offers a sly grin and shakes his head. "I wanna wait until we're home," he says. He gets up to give Jack a kiss. "C'mon, let's get the stuff you like and maybe head that way."