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[rockabillyboy]

"I'm pretty sure that Kavinsky's in love with me."

He blurts it out, all of a sudden, lying on his side in bed with a movie playing on the laptop. He rolls over to look up at Poison, eyebrows raised. "I mean, I know he is. But...it's not a big deal. It's not. It's just...something I'm not okay with you not knowing anymore."

He blurts it out. And then he waits.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

He rocks his hips forward as Jack sets a pace. "You look so good with a cock in your mouth, honey. Like you were made to be right fuckin' here, on your knees." His fingers tighten in Jack's hair and the next time he bobs down, Poison rocks his hips forward, gentle the first time he pushes down his throat. But then his hand tightens and he holds Jack there for a moment before he relaxes his grip again, letting him slide back.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack gags, but just a little as Poison's dick slides into his throat. He moans, bobbing his head, keeping up the rhythm and the pace that Poison wants.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Stay still," he instructs, and when Jack does as he's told Poison starts fucking his mouth, his throat. "Stay relaxed." Jack looks so fucking good, so fucking used, like this that it's unreal.

He has to stop after another minute, forcing himself to pull back - pushing Jack away from him. "Fuck," he gasps. He pulls Jack close again, lets his cock rub against his cheek. "Get the lube, baby. Wanna have it close when we're ready."

[rockabillyboy]

Swaying in, Jack presses a kiss against Poison's hipbone before he pulls back, turning to the drawer at the side of the bed to grab the lube. His throat feels a little raw from being used like that, and it's perfect. He draws in a shivering breath. He stays on his knees until he's told otherwise.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison eases back onto the bed, letting his boxer briefs come off entirely. He sprawls back, grinning. "Think you need to get me ready, baby. With your tongue first, then fingers."

[rockabillyboy]

Being on his knees leaves him in the perfect position, at the perfect height. He leans in, chest against the bed, his hands coming up to cradle the back of Poison's thighs as he gets him positioned before his tongue dips between Poison's cheeks.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison gasps at the first sweep of Jack's tongue. He reaches, tangling a hand in his hair. "Fuck I should make you do this more often," he whimpers, rocking towards him. He gets so caught up most of the time he forgets Jack is good with his mouth. Everywhere.

[rockabillyboy]

Make is a strong word, Jack thinks. He loves doing this. He presses against Poison's asshole with his tongue, trying to work him open, his fingers pressing into the back of Poison's thighs. He moans his agreement.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Maybe Jack would do it all the time, but words are as much a part of the game as actions. Poison rocks toward Jack's mouth, trying to fuck himself on his tongue. "Gimme more, honey," he breathes, fingers tight in Jack's hair.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack presses against Poison, working on fucking him with his tongue, his fingers digging into the backs of his thighs. He groans softly, the sound muffled by the press of his mouth against Poison's ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He rocks onto Jack's tongue, squirming, trying to resist the urge to ride up the bed. "Fingers," he gasped. "Gimme your fingers, baby. Get me ready for that cock."

[rockabillyboy]

Without lifting his head, Jack reaches blindly for the lube, his mouth and tongue still working against Poison's hole for a moment before he lifts his head and slicks his fingers, immediately pressing two against Poison's ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison arches into his touch, working his hips to ride Jack's fingers. "Fuck," he groans. "Fuck, baby. You're gonna be so good to me, aren't you?" He wets his lips, tightens his grip on Jack's hair. "You're gonna do everything I tell you."

[rockabillyboy]

"Always," says Jack, resting his cheek against Poison's thigh as he fingers Poison, as he fucks him. He groans softly, rocking his hips to graze his dick against the sheets.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Ah ah... don't you dare. You keep still." Poison arches closer to him, loving he feeling of Jack's cheek against his thigh. "That dick is just for me, hear? You're not gonna waste yourself on the sheets."

[rockabillyboy]

Whining slightly, Jack shifts his hips until they're clear of the bedsheets, until he can't possibly rock against the sheets. He wants desperately to be good. He eases a third finger into Poison's ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Ah," he whines as the third finger goes in. "Oh fuck... fuck yes." Poison rolls his hips, trying to get Jack's fingers deeper. He makes a soft, frustrated sound.

"Time for your cock, baby. C'mon, I want you inside me. Don't make me wait, sweet boy."

[rockabillyboy]

Without hesitation, Jack pulls his fingers out of Poison's ass and grabs the lube again, slicking his cock. He shifts up onto the bed, positioning himself between Poison's spread thighs to start to slide into him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's head drops back as Jack pushes in and he arches toward him. "Fuck yes," he breathes, grabbing at Jack's hips to drag him closer. "Fuck me good, honey. I know you're so good at this. Lemme feel it, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack immediately finds a deep, pounding rhythm, his hips snapping as he fucks him. He bends his head to take a kiss, forgetting all about the scene for a moment, just lost in it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison doesn't care - he grabs Jack's head, trying hard to hold him into that kiss. "Fuck," he gasps. He smacks Jack's thigh and shoves into him at the same time, trying to roll them over. "Wanna be on top of you, c'mon."

[rockabillyboy]

He rolls over, and it takes a moment for everything else to settle, but then his hands are on Poison's thighs, squeezing as he lifts his hips, as they fuck.

"God, baby, you're perfect."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lands with a little grunt. He adjusts his position and plants one hand on Jack's chest, the other on the headboard as he starts moving again, riding Jack as hard as he can manage. "You're being so good," he gasps out. He's trying to find just the right angle and he can't help but cry out when he does.

[rockabillyboy]

That cry is pretty much the best thing that Jack has ever heard, and he keeps up the work of his hips, his hands sliding up Poison's thighs.

"You feel so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to stay right where he is even as he keeps moving, riding Jack like he wants to put them through the bed. "Make me come," he whimpers. "Make me come, baby, you're so good. I know you can do i-- fuck."