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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]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm trying to decide," says Jack, conversationally, twisting the chain around his fingers as he grinds his hips down against Poison's. "Whether to keep it on your belly in marker or on your forehead in eyeliner." He smirks. "Maybe I'll do both."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison looks up, coy and shy. "I have both," he murmurs shyly. "Could-- could also do it on the outside of my thigh, or neck." He's in the habit of writing things on his neck before shows - what if he does one with Jack's tally on his neck?

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe the side of your neck," says Jack, thoughtfully. "But on your forehead, too. So you're looking yourself in the eye when you wash it off and you think about everything I did to you."

Poison's not as hot and heavy on humiliation as he is, but he knows there's an element of it that gets his boyfriend going.

[afabulouskilljoy]

The idea warms him. It's not humiliation for him, it's display. People will see it, might even ask about it. Even if he passes it off, he knows the truth, and it'll make him think of this moment and everything that'll come after. Poison tries not to squirm. "Fuck yes," he sighs.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good boy," says Jack. His cock is hard enough to be bothering him now and he slips off the bed, pushing his jeans down as he goes, taking his underwear with them, stripping off his t-shirt. He grabs a marker off his drafting desk, one of Poison's eyeliners off the dresser.

"Spread your legs wider."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison slides his legs further apart, suddenly remembering that he's wearing heels. It's good, he just has to be a little more careful, a little more deliberate. He watches Jack strip down, biting his lip a little. He looks fucking amazing, and he never gets tired of watching him get naked.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack picks up the lube, slicking his fingers and then reaching between Poison's thighs, teasing his fingertips over his hole, not quite pushing inside. "You don't close your legs tonight until I tell you you can. You're a toy. You're supposed to be available to me."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yes daddy," he whispers, a moan on the edge of his voice as Jack's fingers tease against him. He keeps his legs spread, lewd and perfect and just for him. "I'll be good for you.'

[rockabillyboy]

A shiver goes through Jack at the way Poison says that. He squeezes Poison's thigh, starting to ease his fingers inside him.

"Who's pleasure is tonight about, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yours," he gasps as Jack's fingers push in. He arches, fingers curling tight around the silk ropes for support. "I'm your toy, here for you to play with until you're done."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack rocks his hand, fucking Poison with two fingers, smoothly adding a third, working him open enough to take the plug without it hurting too much, the wrong way. He smooths his free hand up over the soft skin of Poison's belly, knowing that he likes a little pressure, the feeling of being held down.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip as Jack presses down on him, pinning him as a third finger pushes in. He squirms, trying to roll his hips to meet every thrust of Jack's hand, working against the pressure low on his stomach. It's perfect.

[rockabillyboy]

"Remember how you had me all night?" asks Jack, twisting his wrist to work his fingers deeper. "Remember how you kept me trussed up and plugged and on the edge all..night...long...?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison cries out softly, because between Jack's fingers and the way he's talking to him, he already feels dizzy. "Y-yes," he gasps as his hips stutter, trying to ride Jack's fingers. "I remember."