rockabillyboy | Post Founder's Day

Tugging his fingers free for long enough to roll over, his breath catching at the press of sheets against reddened skin, Jack spreads his thighs wide and then reaches to push three fingers into his ass, his eyelashes fluttering.

"Good boy."

While he'd been in the bathroom, Poison had applied eyeliner and smudged it smokey. He straddles Jack's chest, cock straining against the panties he'd changed into. He pushes the lace down slowly, giving a little show.

"Get me ready for your ass, baby." He moves higher, nudging against Jack's mouth so he won't be mistaken.

Poison looks almost unbearably beautiful and Jack keeps his eyes fixed on his face, even as he opens his mouth sweetly and lifts his head so that he can suck Poison's cock.

"Fuck, you always feel so good," he sighs, head tipped back as Jack sinks down on him. Poison gives him a few seconds before he starts rocking his hips, fucking gently into Jack's mouth until he pushes more, pushes deeper. He does it just slowly enough that Jack might avoid gagging. This time.

Jack bobs his head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks Poison's cock, as he takes him as deep as he can. His fingers flutter against Poison's thighs.

"You can touch me, but behave yourself," he says when he feels Jack's fingers. He starts fucking his mouth, sort of making him lay back and take it. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect, baby. You're such a good fucking slut."

He lolls his head to look down at Jack, gleeful and predatory all at once.

"Maybe some day I'll make you wait all night for it."

He just lies back and takes it, lets Poison fuck his mouth like he's a thing, not a person, his hands sliding up Poison's thighs. He can't exactly speak, but he does moan appreciatively.

Poison keeps at it, moving harder, faster, until he feels - hears - Jack gag. He pulls back, and he just grins when he sees how sloppy Jack look.

He gives Jack a sharp smack across the face, enough to turn his cheek red. Then he lets his dick slide across it, slick with Jack's spit.

"You're a beautiful fuckin' slut, Jack."

Poison eases away, sliding off of Jack so he can get between his thighs instead. He thinks about making him roll over, but he's a sucker for seeing Jack's face. He reaches down, guiding his cock so he can just tease it against Jack's hole.

"You want it, sweet boy?"

There's spit running from the corner of his mouth and his cheek stings where Poison slapped him. He nods, keeping his thighs open, spread wide.

"Yes, please," he says, nodding. "I want it."

Poison presses one hand to Jack's chest, like he means to pin him down, as he pushes in. He shivers when his hips push up against Jack's ass - his skin is still burning hot and it's amazing.

"Fuck," he sighs, blissful. "Fuck your ass is perfect."

"All for you," says Jack, his cheeks flushed hot, his skin complaining with every nudge of Poison's hips. "Nobody fucks me like you."

Poison has a deep-seated wicked streak, he knows that about himself, but he manages to keep the meanness back. He leans over Jack as he starts working his hips in quick, short thrusts, making sure that he gets that glorious, obscene sound of skin smacking skin every time he pushes in.

He trusts that Jack will tell him if it becomes too much on his already welted skin.

"Made to be fucked, sweet boy."

It hurts, the slap of skin on skin, but not in a way that Jack wants to stop. He groans softly, squirming his hips, pushing back against the press of Poison's cock into his ass. He swallows.

"Didn't even know that until I met you."

"Fuck," he gasps out in answer, because for some reason that little fact hits him hard, in a good way. Poison just grins and he pushes deep so he can get closer to Jack, so he can kiss him like he means to devour him.

Poison reaches between them and curls his fingers around Jack's cock, stroking slowly.

The kiss is great and Jack moans, pushing up into it as much as he can while he's still squirming down onto Poison's cock.

"Oh, thank you," he mumbles, rocking up into Poison's fist.

"I wanna feel you come on my cock, sweet boy. Think you can do that?"

Jack's gratitude is sweet, and Poison could drink it up all night. But he's on the edge as it is - Jack feels too good, is too perfect - and he wants to see Jack completely lose it before he does.

He twists his hand a little, maybe torturing Jack a bit because he knows all the little things that make him shiver and squirm.

"Yeah," says Jack, nodding, even has Poison's hand twists and pain spikes through him. It's so good that, for a moment, he hasn't got a conscious thought in his head. "I'll come," he mumbles. "Just tell me when."

Poison draws it out, because it's amazing to watch Jack work through it, to see him go right to the edge before he backs off again. He edges Jack like that for as long as he feels like he can take it.

"Lemme feel you come, baby. Go ahead. Lemme see you fall apart."

And he comes hard, his hips jerking and squirming as Poison fucks into him. His hands are on Poison's shoulders, holding on tight. He whimpers softly, coming so hard it feels like he's being wrung out.

It takes everything Poison has not to come right then. He keeps after Jack, intent on milking him dry, until those whimpers sound borderline uncomfortable. Only then does he take his hand away.

He swats at Jack's wrists, hard. "Who said you could touch? Grab the headboard and behave if you want my come."

He hits Jack across the cheek for good measure, enjoying the angry pink that appears.

The slap to his face turns his head and Jack reaches up, curling his fingers around the headboard, holding on. He's so deep in subspace, so blissed out, that he's strugglign to focus his eyes, so he just lets them slip closed.

He loves seeing Jack like this, blissed out and buzzing. Poison lets him linger there, but eventually gives him another hard tap across the face.

"You've been a good boy, Jack. I think you've earned this - where do you want me to come, baby?"

Jack draws in a long breath, almost a sigh.

"Across my ass?" he says, finally. He wants it to sting.

Poison just grins and pulls out. He smacks the outside of Jack's thigh. "Roll over for me, sweet boy. Lemme see it."

He's not disappointed when he does. Jack's ass is still red, covered in angry welts and a few bruises. Poison feels a little bad about the bruises, but they'll fade, and he'll help Jack take care of them.

Neither of them is going to be sitting properly for a few days. He's kind of into that.

"You look so good, baby," he coos as he smooths his hand over an angry, bruised spot. He strokes himself with the other one, and it doesn't take long - not with how good he feels, and how good Jack looks. "Fuck--" he gasps out, a moan catching in his throat when he finally hits that sweet edge. Poison tries to keep his eyes open as he comes: it looks good streaking across Jack's ass.

And it does, it stings as Poison comes across his skin, and Jack groans softly, his hips lifting a little as Poison comes, as he gets exactly what he asks for.

"That's it," he says. "That's perfect."

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