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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]

The words come out muffled, but he can figure out what Poison is saying and he grins, rocking his hips up to meet Poison's. He reaches, slapping Poison's ass again.

"Take the plug out," he says. "Get on my dick." The lube is right there if Poison needs it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison jumps under the slap, shuddering hard. He grabs the lube to slick Jack's cock. He lifts his hips to remove the plug, tossing it nearby; he's impatient, he fucking needs to feel him, even if he can't come. He guides Jack's dick, sinking down carefully at first until he lands in Jack's lap with a helpless moan.

[rockabillyboy]

It's a beautiful show of obedience, proof of control and Jack just lies back and watches it happen, his back arching slightly when Poison slides down onto his cock.

"C'mon, beautiful," he prompts softly. "I'm not doing any of the work here."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison gets his balance and he starts moving, riding Jack like he means it. He doesn't bother to try to get the angle right for himself, because if he does that he's going to be dying to come way too soon and he's not allowed to do that yet. This is to make Jack feel good, not him. Even if it feels fucking amazing.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack just lies back and watches Poison ride him, listens to the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin. He grazes his fingers against Poison's cock, watching it bob in thin air.

"That's good, baby, but you can do better."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck," he moans behind the gag. His voice is muffled but he's sure Jack will get the gist. He adjusts his position, braces himself so he can move harder, faster. Poison makes an effort to keep his movements smooth, quick, attractive. He wants it to be a show, even if he is playing a living toy.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison really does look like something out of a porn film, riding him like that. It's amazing, enthralling, and it doesn't take Jack long until he feels like he's on the edge. Eventually, he shifts, rolling them so that Poison's on his back. He reaches up, tugging the gag out of Poison's mouth.

"Beg me for it," he says. "Beg me to come."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison cries out when his back hits the bed - he loves feeling Jack throw him around. He arches, grabs at Jack because he can't help it, he needs it. His head is spinning and he's not sure if Jack is telling him to beg permission or beg for his next load. "Please," he gasps as soon as his mouth is free. "Daddy please, please. I wanna feel you come-- I-- I wanna be good."

[rockabillyboy]

The tone of voice that Poison begs in, it's what carries Jack over the edge. He comes hard, his dick twitching in Poison's ass as he loses himself completely.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans, miserable and ecstatic, when Jack comes. He trembles beneath him, urgent and eager and strangely satisfied to be used. "So good," he gasps, even as his body aches with his ignored arousal. "It feels so good."

[rockabillyboy]

When he's completely spent, he eases his dick out of Poison's ass, keeping Poison pressed into position so that everything stays. He grabs the plug and carefully, slowly, works it back into Poison's ass, filling him back up again. He leans to grab the marker and draws another tally mark on the side of Poison's neck, another on his cheek in kohl.

"Are you going to be okay if I tie you down while I go and shower?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lays there, breathing while Jack pulls out, keeps his hips at just the right angle so the plug can go back in. He whimpers softly as it settles into place, as Jack marks the next tally slash.

"Yes," he murmurs. "I'll be good," he promises. Especially if Jack ties him down again.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans over Poison, guiding his hands back up over his head, tying him back down with the rope that he left there from before. He bends to take a kiss.

"What colour's the light, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Green," he coos, trying to reassure Jack. He gets another little kiss before Jack pulls back too far. Poison gives him a smile, lazy and sweet. "I'll be here when you're ready again."

[rockabillyboy]

Another kiss and Jack slips off the bed, padding into the bedroom and turning on the shower. He takes his time, soaping, luxuriating under the hot water. He leaves the door open so that Poison can see him the whole time.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lolls his head, watching Jack through the door as best he can. He's got a little smile on his face, because despite his aching arousal, he feels pretty amazing. He curls his fingers loosely around the silk rope, just feeling it, focusing on the texture around his wrists and against his fingertips.

[rockabillyboy]

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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

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

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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."