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[rockabillyboy]

Christmas is over with and done and Jack has a reservation up at Kagura. The suite had cost a pretty astronomical amount of money, but it's for one night, and it's worth it to buy him and Poison some space to just get some tension out of their systems. He's got a bag, packed with a change of clothes for both of them, a variety of toys - some familiar, some brought especially for the occasion. He's deeply intensely aware of the butt plug that he's already wearing.

He wraps his arms around Poison's waist from behind and looks at the absolutely huge room.

"Merry Christmas?"

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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison can't bring himself to ask how much the suite cost. He might try to slip Jack money or something to cover half of it, if he can find out. But right now he's leaning back against Jack and grinning at the room.

"Gonna fuck each other over every inch of it," he quips. He turns his head to get a kiss, totally aware of the state Jack might be in. Poison turns to face him and kisses him again, slower this time, edged with heat.

"How are you feeling, sweet boy?"

[rockabillyboy]

He slides his arms around Poison's waist, pulling him in close against him.

"Like I want to be taken apart," says Jack, smudging kisses along Poison's jaw. "Like I want you to see how far we can push it." He smiles. "I packed the stuff Dee brought you in case you want to go to dinner."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison just grins and catches Jack's chin to pull him into a full kiss."That's assuming you'll be able to sit for dinner, honey." He kisses Jack again, lingering. "You wanna get started now?"

He figures he'll offer Jack the chance to settle in, but if he wants to jump right to it, Poison's down.

[rockabillyboy]

"Well, I bought a suit with me, just in case," says Jack, smirking a little, as he bends his head to press a kiss against Poison's mouth. "I'm ready for whatever, baby. I bought new toys."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins. "Alright.. I'm gonna go freshen up a little. I want you to pull a table over to the bed and set out all the toys so I don't have to go digging. Then you'll get yourself ready and wait for me on the bed."

He brushes his fingers down Jack's jaw. "Do you need more instruction than that? Or can you be good?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I'll be good," says Jack, turning his head to brush a kiss against Poison's fingers. Once, Poison's gone, he gets up and drags a low table over to the bed. He starts to unpack the bag. He's bought a variety of things - dildos, plugs, clamps, a ring gag and a ball gag, cuffs, a flogger, a tawse, a crop, a few other things that he thinks might appeal to Poison. It feels like it's been a long time since they had this much freedom with each other. Once he's set up, he strips off his clothes and gets up on the bed on all fours. Poison told him to get ready, so Jack lubes his fingers and bends over, starts to play with his ass while he waits for the bathroom door to open.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison takes his time in the bathroom. He's kind of just exploring it, checking it out for after-care purposes. He's thinking a bath will be good.

But that's for later.

He spends a little time in the mirror, putting on eyeliner and fussing with his hair. He's gone more masculine today, still in his tight black jeans and a t-shirt. He's kept his boots on, too.

When he comes back out into the bedroom he can only grin when he sees Jack working himself open. The want, the willingness, to hurt him scares Poison for just a second but he pushes it down. He surveys the table and picks up the tawse. In a smooth motion he whips it across Jack's ass, grinning at the sound it makes.

"Look at you," he purrs.

[rockabillyboy]

The impact of the tawse across his bare ass makes Jack's breath catch and his hips jerk slightly.

"Doing my best to be good, Sir."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh I'm not sure about that. I think you're doing your best to be a little slut. But that's okay."

He flicks the tawse again, this time catching the back of Jack's hand. "I want better than your best tonight, sweet boy." Poison wraps the tawse around his hand as he comes closer, getting something else off the table. A moment later he's tying a blindfold around Jack's head, making sure his eyes are covered.

"You're only going to speak when I tell you to. If you can't do that, I'll gag you, and you'll have to just hope I notice if you can't take anymore. You can make those lovely sounds and tell me if the color changes. But that's all. Understand?"

[rockabillyboy]

The tawse stings, the insult makes his face burn and Jack shivers. Poison slips the blindfold over his eyes and Jack takes a deep, steadying breath. He keeps his fingers moving in his ass because Poison hasn't told him that he can stop.

"Yes, Sir," he says.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Good boy," he coos. Poison gives him a kiss, then shoves Jack's head away as he moves back. "Push your fingers deep and leave them there."

Poison waits for Jack to do as he's told before unleashing the tawse again. It's easy to swing and it's pliable enough to wrap around if he hits Jack's thighs just right. The flogger has more tails, but Poison knows this will sting more. He wants lines and lines of welts; each swing lands a stinging blow on a different place.

He's just getting started.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pushes three fingers into his ass as deep as he can and leaves them there while Poison spanks him. He doesn't make a sound, biting his lip, his forehead resting against his forearm.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Don't hold back your moaning or crying, baby. I wanna hear that." To make his point he hits Jack around his side, the very ends of the tawse smacking across his chest, dangerously close to his piercings.

[rockabillyboy]

That hurts and Jack lets out a soft sound, almost a yelp, rocking back onto the fingers in his ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins wickedly. He reaches to shove Jack over onto his side. "Get on your back, don't make me do all the work," he warns. Once Jack is on his back, Poison hits him across the chest again, testing with a sort of dangerous glee now that Jack is in a more vulnerable position.

[rockabillyboy]

It's awkward, to keep his fingers pressed deep into his ass on his back, but he squirms and manages it, achingly aware of every stripe the tawse makes, of the jut of his leaking cock into thin air.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're such a slut, baby. Look at you." Poison moves and the next swat of the tawse lands between Jack's legs, right over his hand. "Get your fingers out and grab onto the headboard."

It's slatted and it looks like just enough space for fingers to wrap around. Poison waits.

"Keep your thighs spread." Right after he says it, the tawse lands a few stinging blows across the insides of Jack's thighs.

[rockabillyboy]

Keeping his thighs spread as wide as he can, Jack reaches up over his head with both hands and grips the headboard, his fingers wrapped around the slats. He's intensely aware of how vulnerable he is, right then. He's intensely aware of how much he trusts Poison right then.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rains down blows across Jack's inner thighs, narrowly avoiding his cock; a few times the tawse snaps higher, across Jack's chest. At least once he hits across one of Jack's piercings, just to see how he takes it.

There's a wicked sort of pleasure seeing Jack so vulnerable and Poison tries to keep an eye on that feeling, even as the gorgeous welts start appearing across Jack's skin.

[rockabillyboy]

He sees spots of white light behind the blindfold when the tawse hits his piercings. He yelps, his back arching, his knuckles white where he's holding on to the bedframe. His cock is aching hard.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison hits him again across he chest, aiming this time for Jack's piercings. He his him twice; the next lands right across his cock. Poison's careful with that one, making sure the tawse doesn't wrap around Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

By now, Jack's squirming, whimpering with every blow, but he doesn't tell Poison to stop, because he doesn't want him to stop. He lets out a breath at the blow so close to his cock.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He lands a few blows across Jack's stomach, then abruptly turns away. He leaves the tawse on the table and picks up one of the floggers: the tails are narrow, it'll sting, but the pain will radiate differently than it did with the tawse.

Poison gives a few lazy practice swings, getting a feel for the weight and the balance.

The first time he hits Jack with the new toy, it's across his spread thighs, nearly as hard as he can.

[rockabillyboy]

It's a completely different type of pain from the tawse, one that's more familiar. The flogger snaps across his thighs, close to his balls, and Jack's whole body vibrates in reaction.

"Ah!" he mumbles, catches himself before he thanks Poison and breaks a rule.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"That's better," he drawls. He hits Jack again, leaving welts across his thighs. He considers a moment, then finally lands a blow right between Jack's legs, across his cock and his stomach. Just to see what he'd do.