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"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.

The sentiment, the slap, forces another little cry out of Poison. He rides Jack harder, faster, brow knit slightly in concentration and because it feels so fucking good. He moans when Jack starts stroking him. "Fuck I'm gonna come," he gasps, looking desperately euphoric.

"Jack." He presses close, their weight a bit precarious against the back of the chair but he doesn't stop, he's too close.

"Do it," says Jack, kissing his jaw, his neck, pushing his free hand into Poison's hair to tug his hair back, lengthen the line of his throat as he rocks his hips and thrusts up into him.

It doesn't take long after that permission, that kind of encouragement. Poison keeps his angle, riding Jack like he needs it and trying to push into his hand every time. With a sharp little cry he comes, hard, across Jack's hand and his stomach. He curls against him, pushes his face against his neck with a sharp gasp. "Oh fuck."

It's a mess, sticky, glorious and hot, and it doesn't take Jack long until he's right on the edge.

"God," he mumbles, his fingers twisted tight in Poison's red hair. "Don't stop moving, baby."

Poison just nods, feeling Jack's fingers tight in his hair, pulling as he moves. "Wanna feel you fill me up," he gasps, voice dazed, eager as he keeps his hips moving. He tightens, tries to help Jack along. He turns his head, catches Jack in a slick, desperate kiss. "You feel so good, baby. Be good for me."

He loves it when Poison talks dirty to him like that. Poison rides him kisses him like that, and then he says the magic word, tells him to be good. And Jack's helpless in the face of that.

He comes hard, his hands tightening on Poison's thigh, in his hair.

Poison arches against Jack, gasping when he feels him come. "Holy fuck," he whines, grabbing onto him as the chair groans. Thankfully that's all it does.

He slumps against Jack and tries to catch his breath. "Goddamn."

Jack wraps both of his arms around Poison, holding him close, sweat-slick skin to sweat slick skin. "You're amazing, you know that? I feel like I don't tell you that enough."