rockabillyboy | Post Founder's Day

"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.

Jack huffs a laugh at that, rolling onto his back, Poison's come drying on his belly.

"Am I going to live to regret making you call me daddy?"

"I'm just saying I won't be the only one that's sore tomorrow," Poison says as mildly as he can manage, despite the grin creeping across his face. "But I heard a rumor you're into that kinda thing."

"Baby, I am into so many things," says Jack, laughing a little, reaching out to tuck Poison's hair behind his ear. "You've seen the kind of porn I watch."

Poison moves lazily to lay his head on Jack's chest, loving the sound of his heart. "I have. You watch filthy porn, Jack Vincent. I've seen your browser history."

Never mind that they've watched stuff together. And never mind that Poison was there with Jack when they discovered a few of his predilections.

"But I like that about you, tiger."

Jack snorts, tousling his fingers into Poison's hair.

"You like knowing what to exploit."

"I really, absolutely do. But don't sit there and don't act like you don't know how to do the same thing." Poison props his head on his arm as he looks up at Jack, eyes bright with amusement.

"Though, lucky you, usually you just have to take your shirt off and look come hither and I'm good to go."

"I am so fucking glad you slipped and called me daddy that one time," says Jack, leaning in to take a kiss. "That makes it way easier to take you apart."

Poison pops out of the kiss with, "Dude, I want you to know that I almost fuckin' died when that happened. Right there in the bed. Thank fuck you were into it."

He makes big eyes to make his point, then grins and kisses Jack again. "Guess that's fair revenge for the boner you got when I showed up in make up and a skirt."

"Every single fucking time I see you in a skirt," he says, grinning. "And let's not pretend that that's the weirdest thing I'm into, okay? I can own it."

"I wouldn't call any of it weird," he insists. "Not even the boners you got for the Iron Bull."

Poison waggles his eyebrows and tries not to grin too much. Teasing Jack is fun, okay?

"Bull was totally something else," says Jack, grinning himself, though he blushes a little too. "That? Was therapy."

"I know. But it was still a therapist with a huge dick." Poison cackles, because he remembers seeing Bull naked, once, and the image will be forever burned into his skull because holy shit.

"Have you seen him lately?" he wonders, just because of... well, everything. But they've been alright, and this? This is perfect.

"If I'd seen him, you'd know," says Jack, nudging Poison with the heel of his hand. "I'm doing okay. I mean, if you want to slap me around, I'm not going to say no."

"Baby you are gonna be feelin' me tomorrow," he promises, winking up at Jack. Then his look gets all soft and he can't help his smile.

"You're fuckin' beautiful."

Jack's self aware enough that he doesn't argue with that, just smiles under the attention.

"You're not so bad yourself."

Poison leans up to kiss Jack's nose, then pushes himself up more so he can sit on top of him. He's still a mess; he'll take care of that later. Or, maybe...

"You know, since you made such a fuckin' mess of me, the least you could do is clean it up."

One eyebrow slides up, pointed, testing.

Jack bites his lip over a grin, sudden heat flooding his cheeks as he tips his head back to look up at Poison.

"Sir, yes, Sir."

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