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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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[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.