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He's pretty much buried in homework. He's struggled to find his rhythm since he moved in with Poison and Dee. He's got a desk set up in their bedroom and he alternates between that one and the one out in the lounge, depending on how much he wants to focus.

Right now, focusing is difficult because Poison is having some kind of fit localised on his closet and a tonne of shopping bags.

"What're we doing again?" asks Jack, his voice just barely edged with frustration.

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Poison makes a perfect slut standing there in his high, high heels, his stockings, a face full of make-up, black rubber pressed between his ass cheeks and the delicate chain against his chest.

"How do you feel?"

Poison is intensely aware of the pressure on his chest where the chain sits, the pinch of the clamps.

"Hot," he coos. "Like I'm in for a long, long night." He grins, wicked and coy.

"Put your hands behind your head," says Jack, shifting on the bed but not inviting Poison any closer, not yet. "What about when I make you call me Daddy?"

He does as he's told, stretching his torso; he makes a soft sound when the chain moves too. "Kinda... humiliated," he admits, cheeks coloring. "Kinda slutty."

That's beautiful - the stretch of Poison's muscles when he moves like that. Jack bites his lip.

"And is that good or bad, baby?"

"It's awesome." He grins, stretching his arms over his head as he holds onto the doorframe. He's putting himself on display, just for Jack.

"What is it they have where you come from?" asks Jack, eyebrows raised. "Pornobots? I imagine them looking like you do right now, baby."

Poison grins. "Porno-droids," he says. "That's not.... inaccurate. They had a red model with hair almost this color."

Jack huffs a laugh.

"Did they look as slutty as you do right now?"

"Almost," he purrs. "Most of the ones I saw were ladies, though. I don't know if the had any boy droids. Lucky you - you've got the only one." He winks at Jack.

"Play with that chain for me," says Jack. He's only just come, not hard again, but he feels like it won't be hard. "As much as you can stand."

Poison lowers one hand, letting his fingers drift down his neck to his chest; he doesn't break eye contact. His fingers tangle loosely in the chain, giving an experimental tug. He makes a little noise at the feeling. He keeps at it though, letting his fingers drift from side to side, moving the pressure he feels. It's kind of intense.

"If you were one of those pornodroids," says Jack, head tilted to one side as he watches Poison play with his nipples like that, "What would you be offering me right now? I want the experience."

"Anything you want," he coos. "Anything you like. There's nothing you can do that I'll say no to." And that's why the droids had been so popular.

"You're allowed to say no," says Jack, because they both know that, but it feels important to say it, right then. "Come over here to me. You can crawl."

Poison winks at him to acknowledge the assertion. He knows, but that's not part of the game right now. He sinks down the wall , slow and obscene, until he's on his knees. He crawls to Jack but doesn't climb onto the bed - he hasn't been invited yet.

"Take off your shoes and your stockings," says Jack, looking down at Poison, crouched on the floor next to the bed.

Poison leans on the bed to slide his shoes off, then slips his stockings off to join them. He settles on his knees at the edge of the bed, peering up at Jack.

"You remember the first time we were together, baby?" Asks Jack, brushing Poison's hair back from his face. "Remember what you did?"

Poison grins. "You mean when I swallows your cock in the club bathroom? Got you to fuck my face where anyone could see?"

"After that," Says Jack, tracing the shape of Poison's bottom lip with his thumb. "After you got me into this bed right here."

"When I rimmed you?" Poison grins, remembering his first time with Jack - Jack's first time ever. It had been so fucking good.

"Yes," says Jack, biting his lip. He reaches down, tugging lightly on the chain linking Poison's nipples. "How does that plug feel, baby?"

"Not as good as your cock." There's a whimper in his voice as Jack tugs on the chain. His cock throbs uncomfortably and leans closer to Jack with a shiver. "But good, daddy. It's good."

"Well, you're going to have to be good," says Jack, grinning down at him. "Go and get me a marker and an eyeliner, beautiful boy."