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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.

"Maybe the silk ropes we have? If I'm gonna be tied up a long time, they won't chafe." Hey, these things are important, right? He shivers under Jack's touch, goosebumps rising and fading as his hand moves.

"Sounds good to me," says Jack, and he slips off the bed to fetch the aforementioned ropes. "How dirty do you want me to talk to you?"

"As dirty as you want, baby. I can take it... kinda wanna hear where you'll go," he confesses, face still warm as Jack finds the ropes and brings them over.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand it," promises Jack, leaning over Poison to lash him to the bed, his hands up over his head. He makes sure that there's enough slack in the rope that he'll be able to flip Poison if he wants to, makes sure the bindings aren't tight enough to dig into Poison's skin, to hurt him. He swings his leg over Poison's torso and straddles his hips for a moment, leaning up to rub his thumbs over Poison's nipples. "I'mg oing to make you such a freaking mess."

Poison trembles at the promise, smiles a little even as Jack ties him to the bed. Jack's so careful, but knots are good and Poison knows he's not going anywhere. He tries not to squirm as Jack teases him. "I'll be your mess," he breathes, looking up at him, mouth slightly open.

"Damn right you will," says Jack, rolling his hips down against Poison's, pressing his clothed hips down to give Poison a little friction to grind against.

Poison arches beneath him, trying to push up against Jack's hips. "Fuck," he whimpers. He squirms, grinds up against Jack because feeling him is always good.

"Maybe I ought to put a cockring on you," says Jack, reaching between their bodies to stroke Poison, teasing his cock harder. "Make sure you don't get to come until I let you."

"Ready?" He asks, pinching one of Poison's nipples in anticipation.