rockabillyboy | Post Founder's Day

Poison isn't the one in charge here, and Jack thinks he probably needs to be reminded of that, so he stays exactly where he is, his tongue and jaw working against Poison, the tip just pressing inside his body. He squeezes his thighs tighter.

Jack said he was going to see how much he could take, and apparently he wasn't kidding. Poison whines, hips jumping a little as Jack pushes his tongue in, just enough to feel it. He curses softly, desperately, and tries to reel himself in a little.

But his cock is aching, he swears he feels it through his whole fucking body.

"Please," he whimpers this time, more like begging for mercy than trying to make a demand. Poison doesn't even know what he's fucking asking for.

Jack stays where he is for another long moment and then he lifts his head again, lips and chin slick, his hand still holding Poison's thighs spread. "Please what?" he says, and then he bends his head and bites the curve of Poison's ass hard enough to leave a mark. He did say he wanted to be feeling this for days.

Jack looks amazing. Poison just stares at him for a second, forgetting everything, until Jack bites him. He couldn't wait to see himself in a mirror after this.

Unreasonably, he wants to bruise Jack, too. Maybe he'll manage to give him a hickey or two before they get out of bed.

But right now he's tied to the headboard, and Jack's at the wheel and Poison is dying for the break lines to be cut. He tries to figure out how to articulate what he wants. "More," he manages, after a moment. "I need more, Daddy."

"Well, if you're going to ask so prettily," says Jack. He leans across Poison and grabs the lube from his side of the bed, squeezing some onto his fingers, pressing two against Poison. "I don't think you're going to ened much of this, are you, baby?"

Poison manages to shake his head to answer, because he's not sure he has words for a second. "No," he breathes as he lifts his hips, trying to solicit more pressure, trying to get Jack to push in.

"I'm already dying for you."

Jack fucks Poison deeply, almost roughly with two fingers before pressing a third into him.

"Tell me how much you love my cock."

He tries to ride Jack's fingers, tries to meet every thrust of his hand even as he's trying to climb the bed. Poison wants to curl around the feeling, and he wants more, and he never wants it to stop. But Jack wants words.

"You have such a perfect fucking cock," he gasps out, voice getting tight. "You always feel so good, even if I'm alone and messing around I imagine you-- fuck--"

A full-body shiver rushes through him and for a second, Poison can't talk, he can only breathe. He's a little worried - he could come like this if Jack keeps it up.

"I love how you fill me up, Daddy."

He feels the tell tale tightening of Poison's ass around his fingers, thrusts into him once, twice more and then drags his fingers free, slicking his cock instead.

"Are you just a slut for a big cock, baby?" he teases, grinning, as he leans up over Poison's body, teasing the head of his cock against Poison's asshole.

"I'm a slut for your cock," he counters. Poison spreads his thighs, giving Jack room to push close. His eyelashes flutter when he feels Jack pressing up against him.

"I'd do anything for you." He means it, too, outside their little games. He tries to get closer, because he feels like he's been wanting this for much longer than the time between the cab ride and now.

"MMmhmm," says Jack, but he knows it, believes it in his bones and, as he rocks his hips and presses into Poison's ass, he bends his head to take a kiss.

The sound that escapes him when Jack pushes in is a kind of desperate relief. His legs close, thighs tight against Jack's hips like he means to trap him where he is. Poison leans up to meet the kiss, hanging on Jack's promise that he'll be untied before this is all over.

He loves touching this man.

But without his hands, he takes what he can, lingering against Jack's mouth as long as he's allowed. "Fuck, I love you," he whispers, because it's not part of their game but he has to say it. He can't hold that little bit in.

"I love you too," says Jack, as he starts to move, one hand up to wrap around the ties around Poison's wrist, giving him leverage to fuck him hard enough to move him against the bed. "You're going to feel this for days. Going to be in the studio tomorrow and all you'll be able to think about is getting fucked."

Poison almost says something about how annoyed Kav will be when he hears how wrecked his voice is, or if he even suspects that Poison is sore because of awesome sex. But at least he and Kav are on good, solid terms now. Friends, even.

"Fuck, you're so big," he gasps out. "Fuck, Daddy-- fuck--"

"I love it when you call me that," gasps Jack, his hips pistoning now, slamming into Poison. He keeps his wrists pinned down against the mattress. "It feels so fucking dirty."

Jack's weight pinning him in place is the only thing keeping him from sliding up the bed, from ending up crammed against the headboard.

Every now and again, even in the midst of sex, it strikes him that Jack is fucking athletic.

His thighs get tight against Jack's hips and he arches his back, trying to meet his next thrust. "Fuck, I could come like this, Daddy."

"You want to come like this?" asks Jack, still rocking into him, still pounding him, barely out of breath, though he has broken a sweat. "Tell me what you want."

"Yes, please," he moans, edged with desperation. "Fuck, please-- I wanna come on your cock, wanna come with you in me--"

He tries to get out another daddy but his voice catches and all he can do is make another eager, needy sound as Jack pushes deep. Poison is pretty sure he can come like this, it's almost just right.

"Fuck! Right there, right there right there." The angle is perfect and it's making Poison see fucking stars.

Jack keeps the angle of his hips the same, keeps up the punishing rhythm, keeps his hard grip on Poison's bound wrists as he fucks him.

"Do it," he growls, nipping at Poison's throat. "Go."

It happens almost on Jack's word - just a few seconds later, really. Poison jerks against the ties, against Jack's grip, and his body tries to curl forward like he can catch the feeling as it happens. He comes, making a mess between them as he goes tight around Jack.

Poison closes his eyes tightly, letting the stars explode in his head, all over him, as that delicious feeling spreads from his core to his fingertips. "Holy shit," he sighs, breathless, suddenly boneless in Jack's arms.

He barely rides it out, barely keeps from coming himself. He drags in a breath through his nose.

"You made a mess," he says, grinning. "Now. Where do you want me to come?"

"Just like this, baby. Just like this." He doesn't want Jack pulling away or pulling out, wants him to stay close. Poison knows he's slipped the game a little but it's hard to keep his mind straight when he's still riding a sweet little wave of good feeling.

"Lemme go. Just one hand, please." He needs to touch, he wants to be able to grab on to Jack, to hold him somehow as he finishes.

It takes him a moment to focus enough to untie Poison's hands, but then he's leaning down to kiss him, his hips starting to move again, his orgasm creeping closer with every slide into Poison's body.

Poison's fingers plunge into Jack's hair, tangling tight as he holds him for another kiss. "Lemme feel you," he mumbles against his mouth, a grin threatening. He moves his hips to meet every thrust, sensitive but still eager. He could help.

"Make me your mess, Daddy."

"Don't stop," says Jack, breathless now, his rhythm slightly more erratic as he gets closer and closer. "Keep talking, baby."

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