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[rockabillyboy]

Now that he's sure Jillie's going to be okay (Dee has been a freaking God-send), Jack feels like he's climbing out of his skin. He and Poison have basically been reduced to fucking in the shower or in the backseat of one of their cars and he finds himself in desperate need of a real work out. So he texts Kavinsky, asking for exactly what he needs, asking for something nasty and knowing that Kavinsky will understand.

A text with instructions arrives and Jack feels a little shiver of relief.

He lets himself into Kavinsky's apartment and, as instructed, strips off everything he's wearing at the door. He pads naked around the bedroom and then climbs up onto the big bed. He gets into the specified position, head down, ass up, and he starts to fuck himself slowly open with slick fingers. He's intensely, achingly aware that he didn't lock the door behind him.

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[rockabillyboy]

"Don't bruise me," says Jack, his voice a little tighter. There's a conversation that he doesn't want to have to have with Poison. "Jesus, fuck. Harder."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky slapped Jack's ass, keeping his hand still on his throat. It was more stability than anything else, a promise, a discipline that was different than having a hand in his hair.

"I'll fuck you however I want," he hissed, and then slapped him again, as hard as he could when he was buried in him.