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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 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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans softly at the very thought, cock aching. He could have come just from hearing that, he's certain. He wants it, badly. "Wanna do that," he manages, sounding strung out. He whimpers softly, moves a little like he's still trying to fuck himself on Jack's dick.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want that?" asks Jack, thrusting into Poison's ass once more before he carefully starts to pull out of him. He picks up the plug and slides it, carefully, back into Poison's ass. "How long do you think you could stand, this, baby?" He sprawls at Poison's side, slipping his hand between his thighs to stroke his hard, leaking cock.

[afabulouskilljoy]

For a moment all he can do is lay there, ass up as Jack pulls out and replaces the plug. The sound he makes when Jack touches his cock is a broken little moan. He jerks his hips like he means to pull away, stomach tight. Poison pushes his face against the bed, struggling to get himself together.

"I can't--" he chokes out, desperately wanting Jack's touch but it's too much; he's so aroused it almost hurts. "I can't if you touch me," he whimpers.

[rockabillyboy]

"Tell me how late I should get Girl to stay out?" he asks squeezing Poison's cock. "Tell me how long you want to be my toy and I'll let you come."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He almost comes right then, even with the fucking ring on. His hands clutch the bed, the rope, whatever he can to try to ground himself.

"Through the morning," he breathes, dazed and needy. He wants that time alone with Jack but more than that he doesn't want this to end yet. He feels bad that it kind of involves warning Girl not to come home yet. But this is so good. He does his best to look at Jack, to focus on him. "As long as you want," he whispers.

[rockabillyboy]

He bends his head to press a kiss against the corner of Poison's mouth and then, abruptly, he takes his hand off him, reaching for his cellphone. He lies back against the pillows and takes his time writing a text to Girl, asking her if she wouldn't mind staying out until the afternoon. She texts back almost straight away, telling him she doesn't want to know but she'll stay out until he tells her to come home.

"She's going to stay out until we tell her to come home," murmurs Jack, his mouth close to Poison's ear. "So you can be my toy all through the morning. Naked on your hands and knees."

He knows what a hard-on Poison's got for control.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison feels momentarily ashamed to even have to bring Girl into this - even if it's just to make sure she won't be home. But he appreciates Jack taking care of it, making sure there can be no accidents. He'll apologize to her later or something.

He shivers, goosebumps rising on his skin as Jack speaks against his ear. "Yes, Daddy," he whispers, voice strained. He's so unbelievably turned on, he can barely stand it.

[rockabillyboy]

"Say it again," says Jack, his hand slipping down to fumble with the cockring. "Louder. Let me here it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison almost cries out when he realizes Jack is trying to get the cockring off. He gasps, summons his voice. "Yes, Daddy," he says more clearly, louder, as he clings to the rope keeping him on the bed. He tries to stay still, trembles with the effort that it takes not to fly apart.

[rockabillyboy]

When he manages to get it free, he drops it on the bed beside them. His hand slips between Poison's legs brushing against the plug pressed inside him.

"How do you want to come?" he asks. "In my mouth or my hand?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison almost comes right then and there, without anything but the cockring coming off. "I don't-- I don't know if I'd even last a second in your mouth," he admits, blushing hotly; his face almost matches his hair.