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[rockabillyboy]

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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[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison trembles and his fingers curl around the silk ropes. He bites his lip. "I'll try to be good," he whispers, thinking of the things Jack sometimes says to him. "But I don't wanna disappoint you."

[rockabillyboy]

"So you think I should, then?" says Jack, eyebrow raised, still teasing Poison with feather-light touches. "To help you be good?" That isn't Poison's kink. Jack knows that.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's not quite, but maybe he can get into it. Because he likes making Jack happy. He shivers, goosebumps rising under the light, fleeting touches. "Do it," he murmurs. Because maybe being praised isn't necessarily his top kink but... being controlled is.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack slips off the bed to get the things he needs - cockring, lube, one of the bigger plugs that they own. He bends over Poison, laces a trio of fluttering kisses against the shaft of Poison's cock before he slips the cockring around him, making sure that it's snug at the base of his cock, right against his balls.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison watches him, biting his lip when he sees the plug. Oh. He makes a soft, helpless little sound as Jack's lips tease across his cock, right before he puts the ring on him. He wets his lips, relaxes his hands. The ring takes away a choice; all he can do is lay here, take what's coming, and it starts that little buzz in his head.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack stays pressed against him for a moment and then he slips to one side. He picks up the clamps, dangling by their delicate chain.

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

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's breath catches as Jack pinches his nipple. He bites his lip, face flushing hot. "Yes," he breathes, fairly sure he is. It can't be that bad, right? He does it to Jack all the time.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack drops the clamps on Poison's chest and slaps his face, smartly, pinching his nipple again.

"Yes what?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

His head snaps to the side and he gasps after the slap, dazed. His back arches a little at the pinch. "Daddy," he whimpers.

[rockabillyboy]

He takes a moment to appreciate the arch of Poison's bare back and then he attaches the first of the clamps to his nipple. He doesn't tighten it too far, for now.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison makes a soft sound and his face gets hotter as the clamp goes on. "Not too tight, please," he whispers, shy to say it but also wanting it to be heard. He's new at this, and he's not even sure that he'll like it yet. It definitely feels... different.

[rockabillyboy]

"I know, baby," says Jack, giving Poison a moment to adjust before he attaches the other clamp, stirring the chain gently with his fingertips.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shivers as the chain drapes over his chest. He watches Jack, fingers curled around the rope again, just in case he needs something to hold onto.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're doing well, baby," says Jack, tugging lightly on the chain, not exerting too much pressure. "You're going to be such a pretty toy. All night long."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison closes his eyes for just a moment when Jack calls him a toy. Perfect. Perfect. He wets his lips, settles into that space as he opens his eyes again. The tug on the chain feels strange, but it's not bad. "Just for you, daddy" he coos.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm going to keep a tally," says Jack, still idly playing with the chain that links Poison's nipples. "Of how many times I come in you or on you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shivers at the idea, goosebumps rising and disappearing again in a little ripple. "Fuck," he breathes, face getting hot all over again. "Thank you." He hopes Jack uses a permanent marker or something - he wants the marks to stay for a while.