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Jack's cheeks are flushing when he comes back, a combination of the praise and what's about to happen. He sets the lube down on the desk and looks at Poison.

"Whatever you want, baby."

"C'mere." He catches Jack's hips and pulls him closer, leaning down to lick his cock. The desk isn't quite low enough to make this easy , but he doesn't plan on staying long. He guides Jack into his mouth, bobs his head a couple times, then playfully pushes him back toward the chair. "Have a seat , baby."

The brief, hurried touch of Poison's mouth is enough to have Jack almost shaking, even if it's not nearly enough. He sits down in the chair, a full body shiver shaking him.

"What've you got planned for me?"

Poison loves the way Jack squirms and shivers. He grins and eases off the desk, into Jack's lap, straddling carefully. Hopefully they don't break this poor chair, but if they do it will make for a hell of a story, right? He keeps his hips up, pressing against Jack.

"Get me ready, baby." He tips his head down to kiss him, slick and sweet. "Gonna make sure every time you sit down to do homework, you're gonna think of us fucking at least once."

So much of what they do is filthy but there's something particular about this, about Poison settled in his lap like this. He slicks his fingers, sliding his hands around to tease against Poison's hole, nipping at his lip.

"Remember that night I dyed your hair and you drew me?"

Poison smiles, though the expression wavers a bit, moving more towards euphoria as Jack's fingers tease against him. He rocks back, trying to get more. "Yeah," he breathes, a grin tugging at his mouth. "'Course I remember."

He pushes a single finger into Poison's ass, not wanting to rush things.

"Knew I was in love with you," he says. "The way you looked at me."

Poison makes a little sound when Jack's finger slides in. He touches his head to Jack's, smiling a little. "Really? That was... not super long after he met," he murmurs. "What was there to love about me then?"

"You're beautiful," says Jack, fucking him with one finger, head tipped back to look up at him. "You were always beautiful and I just...I wanted you. I always wanted you, even when I didn't realise it."

His face warms and he actually tucks his head down against Jack's neck, hiding for a moment. Poison's not sure how much he agrees on the beautiful part. "Is wanting the same as being in love?"

Jack's free hand presses into Poison's red hair, cradling the back of his skull as he starts to ease another finger into Poison's ass.

"It's part of it," says Jack, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "But, God, baby, I loved you too. I just wanted to be around you the whole time and I didn't quite...I didn't get why? At first I thought you just reminded me of Jillie, but I figured it out pretty quick."

Poison slides his arm around Jack's neck, keeping him close as a second finger pushes in. He closes his eyes, breaths his scent. "I love you," he whispers, voice barely even there.

"I love you too," says Jack fucking Poison slowly with his fingers, opening him up. "Keep talking. Tell me something good."

He arches in Jack's arms, laughs a bit. "Was supposed to be bossing you around and here I am falling to pieces." He turns his head, catching Jack in a kiss. "You make me want things," he murmurs. "You make me think about tomorrow."

"You can boss me around later," he says, smiling. He kisses up along the column of Poison's throat. "What do you want, baby? Tell me about it."

Poison tangles his fingers in Jack's hair, holding him as his mouth traces kisses over his neck. He wets his lips and moves his hips to meet every thrust of Jack's fingers. "You make me wanna stop running," he murmurs against Jack's ear.

"Good," says Jack, pressing a third finger into Poison's ass, as gentle and careful as he can. "Don't want you to be anywhere but here with me. I need you where I can see you."

He shakes his head, sitting up more so he can kiss Jack's mouth. "Just don't let go," he says against his mouth before pressing into another kiss. Poison gives a firmer rock of his hips. "I want your cock, baby," he breathes. "You ready for me?"

"M'never going to let go of you," says Jack. He nods, drawing his fingers out of Poison's ass. "You want to do it like this or do you want to turn around so you can really bounce?"

Poison laughs, startled by the question. Then he grins and kisses Jack again. "Wanna ride you like this. Can't bounce quite as hard but I kinda love watching your face." He strokes his fingers along the back of Jack's head, down his neck. "And we can always change position later."

Jack nods, reaching down to curl his fingers around his dick, guiding until he rubs against Poison's ass. "Go on then," he says, grinning, teasing. "Get on it."

"Be nice or I'm gonna smack you," he insists, a little breathy as he sinks down onto Jack's cock. "Fuck." He lolls his head back and starts moving, careful at first.

"You can smack me later," says Jack, grinning, and then he slaps Poison's ass, little more than a tap before he squeezes him with both hands.

"Fuck," he moans, bouncing a bit harder when Jack hits him. It's not hard, but it gets him going, especially when Jack's hands grab him. He moves faster, taking some satisfaction from the way the chair is squeaking under them. He leans in for a kiss, holding Jack tight.

Jack likes that reaction so he slaps him again, a little harder this time, lost in the rock of Poison's body, the squeak of the chair underneath them.