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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]

He loves the tone of Poison's voice, the way he says it, the way this game is so clearly going to continue until he calls it. He reaches for the cock ring, discarded on the nightstand throughout the night. He flips the sheet back, sliding the ring on, making sure it's snug at the base of Poison's dick before he starts stroking him, teasing him hard.

"Bet you're dying for another load, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison whimpers when the cockring goes back on but he doesn't try to pull away. He arches toward Jack's touch. "Yes, please," he gasps. He can't wait til later, when the game is over and the plug comes out and he'll be able to feel what a slut he's been.

[rockabillyboy]

"Roll over," says Jack, slapping the flat of Poison's thigh. "Get your ass in the air."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison does as he's told, managing to get on his knees with his ass in the air. He's still kind of dazed, just barely awake. But he wants to give Jack everything he wants.