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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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Eventually, Jack comes back into the bedroom, his wet hair slicked back from his face, naked as the day he was born, towel still in one hand.

"How're you doing?"

He bites his lip when he sees Jack, wet and gorgeous, come back into the room. "Still good," he murmurs, shifting his weight lazily because he knows it looks good.

"I don't think you're suffering enough," says Jack, smirking, leaning his hip against the doorway. "You're far too into this."

"All for you, daddy," he purrs. He's aching but he doesn't want to show it, not yet. Jack has to know - he knows how it feels to be trapped in a cock ring.

"Damn right it's all for me." Whatever they've got going on outside these walls, it doesn't matter when it's just the two of them here together. Jack sprawls out on the bed beside Poison. He doesn't touch him, though. Not yet.

"Every moment." Poison lolls his head to look at Jack. He tries not to move his hips too much, because he still has that plug in him and he is intensely aware of it.

"I think I might be ready for a nap," says Jack, turning his head to look at Poison. "What do you think?"

Poison shivers, knowing that means he'll have to wait. He takes a breath, lets it go and tries to settle into that fuzzy place in his mind. "I'll be here when you're ready again," he murmurs, aching. "You can put me away until you want me." He remembers that night, sleeping beside Jack while he was tied down with a vibrator and a plug in him.

"I think I will." He leans over the edge of the bed, retrieving a blindfold and slips it over Poison's eyes. He smooths his hand down Poison's trembling belly, strokes his cock a couple of times.

"Aren't you lucky you don't have another hole for me to stuff."

Poison tries not to make a sound when he realizes Jack's going to blindfold him. He dutifully closes his eyes as it goes on; there's no point in keeping them open. Jack's hand on his cock forces a soft little cry from him. He strains his hips up, trying to get more before his hand is gone. He rolls onto his side, curling up a bit like that might make that delicious feeling fade.

"Wish I had one for you," he breathes.

"I bet you do," says Jack. He rolls over, sets an alarm on his phone, reaches up to check the bindings around Poison's wrists. "Try and get some sleep, baby."

Poison lays there for a moment, trying to get a tiny bit more comfortable. He stays curled on his side, fingers gently wrapped around the rope. He can't quite fall asleep, but he drifts in and out, constantly aware of how he feels, of his aching cock, and of Jack's warm body close enough to touch.

After an hour, his alarm shrills in the dark and Jack wakes up. He stretches his arms up over his head, turns towards Poison.

"Roll over."

Poison startles awake when the alarm goes off. For a moment it takes him a moment to remember where he is, what's going on. He moves, managing to roll onto his stomach, then push up onto his knees.

Jack doesn't say anything else to Poison, just shifts up onto his knees and slicks his cock. He pulls the plug out and drops it on the bed and then, smoothly, he slides his dick into Poison's already stretched ass.

Poison moans when Jack's cock slides in. He arches his back, presses to meet Jack with a little whimper. "Oh fuck," he sighs, squeezing the rope. It's amazing, it feels fucking amazing to be used, just like that. To be told to roll over and then suddenly Jack's in him.

"Shhhh," says Jack, smacking Poison's ass and the flat of his thigh as he fucks him. "You're a toy. Toys don't get to talk."

Poison forces his mouth shut, muffling his cries as Jack smacks him. He pushes his face against his arm, the bed, anything to keep his mouth shut because all he wants to do is ramble obscenities and beg. He tries to focus on making it good for Jack, rocking back to meet every thrust.

It's perfect, when Poison struggles to stay quiet like that. Jack moans loudly as he fucks him, slapping him again. "Not going to take long, baby."

A soft cry escapes with the next slap and he pushes his face against the bed. It feels so good and he's in this fuzzy, dizzy space of white noise and restrained pleasure. He tries to keep his hips moving, but it's all he can do to stay up on his knees. He knows he can't come, there's no point in struggling. It's amazing.

Jack keeps up the rhythm, fucking into Poison until he's on the edge of coming and then he stops, dead. It takes a lot of willpower.

"Beg me," he says. "Beg me for another load in your ass."

Poison sounds almost pained when Jack just stops. It takes him a moment to pull himself together enough to talk. "Please," he gasps. "Please, daddy, please I wanna feel you come. I wanna be filled up," he whimpers, pushing his hips back plaintively like he means to fuck himself on Jack's dick if he doesn't start moving again.

Poison begs awfully pretty and Jack can't resist it. He starts to rock his hips again, pushing his cock as deep into him as he can until he's coming again.

"Now what's going to happen? Tell me all about it."

Poison trembles under Jack as he comes again. He whimpers, fingers tight around the rope just to try to ground himself. "You'll-- you'll put the plug back in me," he murmurs. "Make me keep it in, until I'm a hot mess for you. Full of your come."

"Sounds good to me," says Jack. "Wonder how late Dee'll stay out tomorrow morning? Maybe I'll text her so that I can have you make me breakfast like that."