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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 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."

Poison makes a soft sound. He leans, brazenly kissing Jack's thigh before he gets up. As he moves all he can think of is the plug. He finds a permanent marker and his waterproof eyeliner. When he gets back to the bed he sinks onto his knees and offers them over to Jack.

"I think I'm going to come on your face," says Jack, almost conversationally, shoving his pants down so that he can start stroking his cock.

"Gag yourself with one of your stockings and then out your hands behind your head."

"Do you want it stuffed in my mouth or tied around my head?" he asks as he picks one up. With the stockings, there's the option. Poison tries to ignore the shiver that teases through him, as Jack, so casually, starts stroking himself. His face gets warm and that alone is such a fucking turn on, it's unreal.

"Daddy." Jack reminds him, slapping his face with his free hand. "And I don't care. Surprise me."

Poison's head snaps to the side and his cock aches. He wets his lips and then ties the stocking around his head; he'll be able to make noise, but he won't be able to talk. When he's done he leaves his hands behind his head, gaze lowered.

Poison looks so so pretty like that, the fine fabric of his stockings cutting into the corners of his mouth, the angle of his gaze, the stretch of his muscles. Jack jerks his cock until he's close, until he's right on the edge and then he reaches out and tangled his fingers in Poison's hair, pulling him in close as he comes across his cheek and lips.

Poison sinks into a delicious space; him as a person doesn't matter, he's here as a toy, and Jack isn't even letting him touch, and it's kind of amazing. Then, suddenly, Jack's come is hitting him across his face. He closes his eyes, gasping behind his gag. He feels amazing.

He jerks his cock until he's completely spent, until Poison's face is a mess and then he lets his hand drop. He picks up the marker and draws a tally mark on the side of Poison's mouth.

"Forehead or cheek?" He picks up the eyeliner. "You can show me."

Poison turns his head to expose his cheek to Jack, then lets one hand slip from his head to tap there. Even if the eyeliner is waterproof, he's a little excited by the idea that the tally might smear if Jack touched it hard enough.

Jack repeats the tally mark on Poison's cheek in eyeliner, black and bold.

"First one." He leans down to graze his fingers over the length of Poison's hard cock. "Now what shall I do with you?"

He makes a soft, helpless sound when Jack finally touches him. He wants to lean close, wants to touch him, but he hasn't been told to. So he puts his hand back behind his head, locking his fingers behind him to resist the intense urge to touch Jack or himself.

"I think you have to wait to come," says Jack. He takes his fingers away from Poison's dick and gently disengages the clamps from his nipples, dropping them on the bed.

"Play with them for me."

Poison gasps in relief when the clamps come off. He waits a second, then smooths his hands over his chest; he feels over-sensitive and it makes his blush spread when he finally teases himself a little, pinching, touching. He's not quite as into it, but he's all about good performances. This is for Jack, not him.

"I know that isn't your favourite thing but tonight's about me, isn't it?" Says Jack, his eyes fixed on Poison's gagged face. "About what I want to see you do."

Poison just nods a little, agreeing. Tonight is for Jack; he is Jack's. His obedient little pornodroid. He keeps touching, trying to do things he thinks Jack would like - things he's done to Jack.