Post Founder's Day

[rockabillyboy]

For a while now they've been laboring under the weight of their losses, and, as a result, they've been kind of careful with each other. In the cab on the way home, Jack realises that he doesn't necessarily want to be careful anymore. He leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss against the side of Poison's neck, right against his pulse. His hand slides dangerously high up his husband's thigh.

"What've you got on under these?"

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[rockabillyboy]

"I feel that way about that ass without lace, too," says Jack, slapping Poison again, wanting to hear that cockiness give way to something else.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It jars him; it forces his hips down against the bed and a little cry sneaks out of him, because the sharp sting of Jack's hand suddenly gives way to the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against the bed. "Fuck," he gasps out, feeling his face get hot.

[rockabillyboy]

"Don't you dare rub off against the sheets," says Jack, slapping Poison's thigh this time, his pale skin flawless until it's marked. "Don't make a mess."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tenses to try to keep his hips from moving after the next smack. The new stings distract from the old ones, building a steady burn across his ass, his thigh.

"Killing me, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

"No," says Jack, shaking his head, smiling where Poison can't see him, but managing to keep his voice stern as he slaps Poison's other thigh. "I'm not. And I don't want to hear you call me Baby again. You know what I want to hear."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pushes his face into the bed for a second, trying hard to collect himself. He pulls his thigh in, tries to, and takes a sharp, shivering breath.

"Yes, sir."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack huffs a laugh and sakes his head, slapping Poison again, a rapid trio of slaps right across the cleft of his ass.

"Nope," he says. "Try again. Come on. You know what I want. And I know saying it? I know it makes you squirm."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck--fuck--" Poison yelps and tries to jerk his hips away, tries to escape the quick, hard hits that come as punishment for getting it wrong.

"Daddy," he gasps out, voice ragged. It's been too fucking long and he aches just from saying it.

[rockabillyboy]

Heat floods through Jack when he hears the way Poison says it.

"Again," he says, scraping his nails over impact reddened skin. "Louder."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He tries to bite back the next noise rising in his throat as Jack's nails drag over tender skin. He's burning.

"Daddy." He means it this time, louder, aching with want. Poison's dying to touch himself or drop his hips. He wets his lips, wonders what he can get away with. Jack wants to be filthy, and Poison wants to ride it.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good boy."

Jack takes his hands off Poison, but only so that he can strip him out of his jeans and boots, leaving him in his panties. He eases his husband up onto his knees, stripping his t-shirt off too. "Jesus," he says, grazing his fingers against the aching line of Poison's cock. "Look at you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He sighs a few cusses as he gets up on his knees - his ass and thighs are burning sore, and probably match the lace and his hair now.

Poison lets his knees slide further apart, trying to make a good picture as Jack touches him. It's light, barely anything, but it still gets a little sound from him and a little nudge of his hips.

"Just for you, Daddy."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, I know," says Jack, easing his hand inside Poison's underwear, curling his fingers around him and starting to stroke him, slowly, barely more than a tease. "What else are you going to do for me?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison thinks, for a moment, that it's not fair to have to form words like this. He keeps his thighs spread, keeps his hips still even if all he wants to do is rock into the circle of Jack's fingers.

"Suck your cock," he quips, feeling a little bold. He tries to look at Jack. "Anything you want."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pushes his free hand into Poison's hair, dragging his head back. He pulls his hand out of his panties and slaps his ass again instead.

"What did you forget?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Daddy."

His scalp stings with thr sharp yank and it forces Poison to bend back a little. He's sure it looks good, even if it makes him desperately aware of how exposed he is while Jack is still mostly dressed.

"Anything you want, Daddy."

[rockabillyboy]

The curve of Poison's body, right then, is ridiculously beautiful; Jack lets himself get distracted for just a moment, trailing his fingers down Poison's bare chest to the flat of his belly. He lets go of his hair. "Go on then," he says. "Suck my cock."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison sighs done relief when he's free, but he also doesn't waste any time. He twists so he can face Jack and works his belt open, his jeans loose. He's not been told that he can undress him, so he doesn't.

It's hard not to make an appreciative sound when he finally frees Jack's cock, so rather than trying, he just muffles it as he sinks down, moaning quietly around the head. He's missed this, he realizes. He's missed them being filthy with each other.

For a moment he just strokes what he can't get into his mouth, working back up to take Jack deeper.

[rockabillyboy]

"Come on, baby," he says, stroking Poison's hair as his mouth slides down over his cock. "Sloppy. Let me hear you gag on it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

His dick throbs in response to Jack's sweet insistence and Poison can't help another noise, voice vibrating around Jack as he sinks lower.

The angle makes it more difficult, but makes it better for what they want: a mess. He gags a bit, chokes, before he manages a slightly better angle. One hand braces against Jack's hip as he takes him all the way down, until all he can feel and taste is Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

It's messy and it's lovely and Jack finds himself rapt. He drags his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and snaps a photo of Poison like this, bent over with his reddened ass in the air, his mouth full of cock. He rocks his hips, nudging his cock a little deeper.

[afabulouskilljoy]

The sudden slide earns another soft gag but Poison rides it out. Hearing the camera adds something, makes him shiver. He pulls back slowly, giving himself a second to catch his breath. He tries to make up for the break, stroking, letting Jack's cock slide against his cheek.

"Fuck, Daddy," he breathes, voice wrecked. He'll be useless in the studio tomorrow, but he doesn't care. This is worth it. He gives Jack another obscene lick before taking him down again, all the way this time.

[rockabillyboy]

"Get it nice and slick," says Jack, his own breath coming faster now, more ragged. "Don't wan to spend long getting you ready to fuck."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison doesn't think it's possible to be more turned on than he is, but every word out of Jack's mouth might be proving him wrong. He's dying to touch himself but he keeps at it, now with extra motivation to get him slick.

So he lets himself get sloppy, until his mouth feels like a mess. He loves the sounds that sneak out of Jack, the way his voice changes.

[rockabillyboy]

He waits until Poison's chin is slick with spit, until his cock is aching and then he pulls back, wrapping his fingers around his cock so that he can slap Poison's face with it. "How badly do you awnt to get fucked?"