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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]

Poison arches, rocking into Jack's touch with every roll of his hips. It doesn't take him long like that. He moans Jack's name, tightens around him as he comes in streaks across his stomach. He keeps moving, because he wants to feel Jack come, too. "Good boy," he gasps when he finds his voice again.

[rockabillyboy]

God, it's impossible to hold on when Poison is fucking him like that. Jack arches, his hand smearing through the mess of come on his belly, teetering on the edge.

He trusts Poison to be able to push him over.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"C'mon baby, don't you dare hold out on me." His hand slides so he could pinch Jack's nipple sharply. "Give it to me, Jack. Wanna feel you fill me up."

[rockabillyboy]

That short sharp spike of pain is all that he really needs. His back arches and he comes, his dick buried deep in Poison's ass, his hands spasming against his thighs. It's perfect.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shudders, arching on top of Jack when he feels him come. "Fuck yes," he breathes. "Such a good boy, baby. Such a good boy." Poison sinks down slowly, catching Jack's face so he can kiss him.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, that was so good," says Jack, clinging to Poison, nuzzling up into the kiss, boneless and sated.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles under the kiss. He cradles Jack's head for a moment, just resting there. Eventually he lifts his hips, sliding off him so he can collapse against his side.