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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.

He jumps at the next hit, another sweet sound coaxed out of him when Jack's hand connects. "Fuck," he breathes. He keeps one hand on Jack's shoulder and the other drops to the arm of the chair for a little more balance. Poison kisses him hard, licks into his mouth for a taste before he has to pull back to breathe. "Fuck you feel good," he whimpers.

"Faster," urges Jack, squeezing Poison's ass again. "C'mon, baby. I need it harder than that."

"Gonna break your chair," he gasps, adjusting again until he can move faster, harder. As he moves the angle shifts and he cries out, soft but desperate. He's hard again, suddenly needy. How the hell he lost control of this scene he doesn't know, but he's kind of into it and he's trying to give Jack what he needs before he makes himself come.

Edited 2016-10-05 21:17 (UTC)

"Fuck the chair. I can get a new chair." He slaps Poison's ass again, dropping his free hand between them to curl his fingers around Poison's dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts.