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"Could you get your head around calling me that?" asks Jack, smoothing his palm over the heated skin of Poison's ass, squeezing.

Ah-- I think so." Poison has no idea where this little kink came from, and it's one of the few that feels embarrassing, for some reason. But if Jack's into it... maybe he can explore it.

"Let me hear you say it," says Jack, pinching at Poison's skin. "C'mon."

Poison squirms. "Let me be a good slut for you, daddy," he coos, breathless. His face his burning and he's glad his hair sort of hides it.

Oh, yeah, he definitely likes the sound of that. He likes the way Poison squirms when he says it. He can see the blush, just, and he reaches down, pushing Poison's hair back from his face, exposing short shaved dark hair and flushed skin. "Embarrassed, baby?"

"A little," he admits, closing his eyes for a moment as Jack's fingers push his hair back. Poison wets his lips and peeks his eyes open again. "But if you like it, I'm happy."

"I definitely like it," says Jack, slapping Poison's ass again. "Think you can go all night long, baby? Like you had me do?"

Poison trembles and he kind of rocks his hips back the next time Jack hits him. He whimpers. "Yeah," he breathes. "I'll do anything for you, daddy." His face gets hot again as he says it but fuck.

"Anything?" says Jack. "What if I want to keep you tied up and gagged with your own panties and use you as a come-dump all night?" He leans down, kissing Poison's shoulder.

He's pretty sure he could also come right then and there, listening to Jack talk like that. He moans, fingers curling against the blankets. "Fuck yes," he breathes. "That, that."

"Is that how you ask for what you want?" says Jack, slapping Poison's ass hard before he pulls away from him altogether.

His skin is burning from the impact of Jack's hand, matching the heat in his face. "Daddy please," he whispers, voice strained. Poison grinds his hips a little against the bed, trying to take the sudden edge off. "Please let me be a come slut for you. Please, please use me."

"Get naked for me," says Jack, leaning back against the edge of his drafting table. Everything off except your stockings and your shoes."

Poison manages to stay in his position as he works his panties off. He unbuttons his skirt and tosses it, then pushes up long enough to take his tank top out. Down to his stockings and shoes. He keeps his palms on the bed and peers back at Jack.

The stockings and heels only underline the rest of Poison's nudity, make it lewder, more obscene. Jack reaches between Poison's spread thighs, fondling his balls, his hard cock.

"Get on your back."

Poison moans quietly, lifting his weight up onto the balls of his feet as Jack teases him. He moves when he's told to, reluctantly pulling away so he can get onto his back. He doesn't move too far up the bed, not sure where Jack wants him, exactly. But now he can look at him, at least.

Poison looks so good like that, stripped almost naked, just his stockings and his shoes,the jut of his hard cock. Jack bites his lip for a moment.

"Do you want anything before we get started?"

"Kiss me?" he asks, hopeful and soft. Poison knows he's probably in for a long night, and he's good with that - he's ready for it. But a kiss before they get fully into the scene would be nice - he doesn't know how many he'll get later.

It's a sweet request, somewhat unexpected with how debauched Poison looks right then. He leans down to kiss him gently softly, catching his weight on his hands. His hand smooths up Poison's side.

He holds Jack's face, the back of his neck as they kiss. He figures it might be a long, rough night. He wants this warm feeling to bookend it.

When they part Poison strokes his fingers down Jack's cheek. "Ready for you now."

"Let me hear your limits, baby." He knows most of Poison's limits by now, but this is a scene that will leave his boyfriend particularly vulnerable and, considering the things Poison's been through in the past, Jack wants to be sure.

"If you blindfold me don't gag me... or vice versa. I think that's it, though. Promise I'll red light if I need to," he says, giving Jack another light kiss before he sinks back onto the bed. "I know it's you."

"Think you can take clamps or is that still a hard no?" asks Jack, eyebrow raised slightly as he looks down at Poison, not looking to shift off the bed just yet.

Poison feels his face warm and he bites his lip, considering. "We can try them," he says. Because who knows, maybe he'll like them. "Just... go easy at first?"

"I can go easy," says Jack, smoothing his hand against the soft, yielding muscles of Poison's belly, traces his navel with the pad of his thumb. "What do you want to be tied up with?" They've got a choice of restraints by now.