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"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."

He laughs, still dazed. "Mm, you are." Poison smiles and nuzzles Jack's temple. "Should we get out of this chair before you really do need to replace it?"

"Yeah," says Jack, waiting for Poison to make the first move. "Let's go to bed for a while." He's still getting used to the idea of it being their bed, not just them staying over at each other's places.

Poison lifts slowly off Jack's cock before he eases out of his lap. He gives him a smile and reaches for his hand as he heads for the bed - their bed. He drops onto the bed, still in his stockings.

Before he gets into bed Jack sinks down onto his knees and reaches up to unhook Poison's stockings and roll them down his thighs, stripping him entirely naked.

"Do you want me to get you pajamas or are you staying like that?"

He lolls his head to the side, a soft smile on his face as Jack takes his stockings off. He loves it: loves the way Jack's fingers brush over bare skin as he rolls them down. Poison shrugs one shoulder. "Maybe just a pair of panties... or one of your shirts," he says, giving Jack the option.

Jack gets up off his knees and goes to the dresser, picking through his t-shirts until he finds one that's soft grey cotton, loose enough on him that it'll be big on Poison.

"This one?"

Poison smiles when he sees it, remembers how it feels to hug and lay against Jack when he's wearing that shirt. "Yeah, that one's perfect." He moves closer to the middle of the bed and reaches for it once Jack's close enough.

Handing Poison the shirt, Jack slips into bed naked, pulling the sheets up over him and settling down to watch Poison. He loves the rare occasions when they lie in bed naked together but he knows why Poison doesn't like to. He understands.

Poison nestles close, resting his head against Jack's shoulder. It's hard to get over that paranoia, and having Girl freak out recently just cements his need to have an article of clothing on at almost all times.

Maybe it's something he needs to work on, though.

He brushes his fingers over Jack's chest. "Kinda... completely disrupted your homework. Sorry baby."

"That's okay," he says, wrapping his arm around Poison and drawing him in close, nuzzling his hair. "I can go back to it later. This is way better than homework."