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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."

"Fuck," he laughs, breathless and strained as Jack demands more. He yanks Jack into another kiss, giving himself a second and maybe trying to take his breath away a little.

One hand stays tangled in up in Jack's hair while the other runs down his back, over his hip to try to grab hold of his thigh, encouraging.

"You feel so fucking good," he breathes against Jack's ear. He lets a moan edge his voice, because even if he's momentarily spent it still feels fucking good. "I wanna feel you come in me, Daddy. Wanna be your filthy slut, and for everyone to know it."

Whether it's daddy or Poison calling himself a filthy slut that does it or something else entirely, it's enough. Jack tumbles over the edge, coming hard, buried inside Poison as deep as he can get.

"Fuck."

Poison shivers again beneath him, because he can fucking feel it when Jack loses it. "Oh, fuck," he gasps out, wrapping his arms tight around Jack's shoulders. "That's it, that's it, God you feel so fucking good--"

He nuzzles close, manages to find Jack in another, breathless, slightly uncoordinated kiss. It doesn't matter, he feels like he's floating and he never wants to come down.

When he's finished coming, he feels boneless, and he just wraps himself around Poison, ignoring the sticky mess between them and holding on tight.

"I love you so fucking much."

Poison just grins and nuzzles into Jack's hair. He smells good. "I love you, Jack."

He gently pushes Jack's head up so he can see his face, maybe more than a little adoring as he takes him in. "I missed us," he confesses softly between them.

"I know, right?" says Jack, his tanned skin sheened with sweat, smiling as he looks at Poison. He leans in, brushes the tip of his nose against his husband's. "But we're back."

Poison smiles under it all. "Fuckin right we are. Wait til I can get it up again, punk."

He's not in a hurry, though, content to let them both have a little breather.

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