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Poison tries not to squirm, watching Jack's face as his hand moves over his cock. Fuck. "I noticed. I mean, it wouldn't be gone. Obviously. Unless Darrow pulls that same trick on me that it did on you."

"I think I could live with that too," says Jack, thinking about going down on Krem the other day. "Especially if I knew you were coming back."

He just grins like a fiend. "You'd get way more practice," he quips. Then he sits up, moving so that his legs are on either side of Jack as he scoots to the edge of the desk.

Jack grins and then he slides his hands up Poison's thighs, rucking his skirt up over his stockings.

"Bet I would," he says, grinning. "Bet you'd keep me so busy."

Poison moves closer and pulls Jack into another kiss, kind of loving the way Jack's hands are moving, the weirdly scandalous feeling of his dress sliding higher. "So, so busy, baby. Only let you come up for air." He grins and kisses Jack again, deeper this time.

"You make me sound like some kind of sex-slave," says Jack, teasing, kissing along Poison's jaw as he palms the flats of Poison's thighs. "Like I'm only here to cater to your pleasure."

He knows it's more than that. It's everything.

"Oh, you mean you aren't?" He grins, tipping his head to give Jack more access to his neck. "And how would you cater to me right now, baby? Because we both know I'm way more important than whatever you've been ignoring me for."

"Baby, you know I love being a slave for you," says Jack, smirking as he pushes Poison's dress up around his waist so that he can lean in and press his lips against the front of Poison's lacy black panties. He always loves the black ones best.

"I know. You look so fucking good on your knees, honey. Or on your ass." He grins as Jack's lips brush his cock through the panties. Poison pushes his fingers into Jack's hair, just watching him. The touch of his lips, his breath makes him shiver.

"Think you could handle me getting this pretty and going out to work?"

Jack thinks about that for a moment, his lips idly wandering against Poison's panties, tracing the hard line of his cock.

"Can I come watch?"

"I mean, I couldn't stop you," he quips as he gently scratches across Jack's scalp. "Of course you can, baby. You know much I like an audience. Especially if I know you're out there getting all hot and bothered."

"Can't imagine not being hot and bothered with you looking this beautiful," says Jack, keeping up that light, teasing touch of his mouth.

"Gonna be able to behave yourself and stay in your seat?" Poison shifts his hips, trying to press up more against Jack's mouth - the teasing little kisses are killing him. His fingers tighten in Jack's hair, pulling gently as he rocks his hips up.

"You know I'm good at following rules, baby," says Jack, flashing a grin, enjoying the pull of Poison's fingers in his hair, the lift of his hips. But not as much as he's enjoying teasing him.

"I can't decide what I want you to do," he confesses, a grin curving his mouth. "'Cause your mouth is so fucking pretty, but you know how much I love your cock, and I wanna put this desk to some good use."

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""Are you saying we can't somehow do both?" says Jack, grinning up at him. "Because I don't have anything else I need to do."

"Oh now you're not busy?" Poison lays back, draping himself over the table. He tries to use his feet to pull Jack's chair closer, to bring him more between his legs.

"You've convinced me," says Jack, shuffling his chair closer, though he still doesn't many any actual attempt to move Poison's panties out of the way.

"Well maybe I'm not in the mood anymore," he pouts, trying not to smile at all.

"Liar," says Jack, grinning, before he applies himself to sucking and mouthing at the head of Poison's dick through his panties.

On 29 September 2016 at 20:58, afabulouskilljoy - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

"Fuck," he gasps, fingers tightening in Jack's hair. "Don't stop." Poison sinks back, sprawled on Jack's desk and rocking up to meet his mouth. "Kinda wanna ride you in that chair," he laughs, breathy.

"You want to come first?" asks Jack, his mouth wandering along the hard line of Poison's dick, straining against the delicate fabric of his panties.

"Fuck yes," he breathes. "I want your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, baby." He tugs Jack's hair, rolls his hips up. "Sound good to you, honey? Then I'll ride you til your eyes roll back... maybe I'll even come again."

"Sounds perfect."

He leans up, tugging the elastic of Poison's panties down to free his cock and then licking a stripe along the length of him root to tip.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby. I bet you could get me to come twice, you're so good." His voice hiccups, hips lifting when Jack's tongue teases over his cock. The slip of the fabric makes him shiver; the heat of Jack's tongue makes him pulse.