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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[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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He closes his eyes for a moment, takes what Jack dishes out. He swallows, giving himself a second to make sure he can talk.

He wets his lips, ends up licking Jack as he does.

"Need you in me, Daddy. I'm dying for it."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, come on, Poison," says Jack, pausing to strip off his shirt, shoving his jeans down and all the way off. "You can beg prettier than that, baby. I know. I've heard it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison sits back a little, but he doesn't go far. He stares as Jack strips, because he's fucking gorgeous, and he'll never get tired of seeing him bare it all.

"Been thinking about having you in me since you touched me in the cab," he confesses. "You always feel so fucking good, Daddy. Lemme be good for you."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack curls his fingers around his dick, squeezing rather than stroking, centering himself a little.

"Do you want to be tied up?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip, because that's a particular area of trust between them. He wouldn't let anyone else do it. But he loves it when Jack does.

"You want me tied up," he counters, because it was one of the first things out of Jack's mouth when he had Poison pinned against the door.

He moves closer, wraps his hand around Jack's and just holds.

"Maybe, if I'm good enough... lemme go so I can touch you before I come?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack squeezes Poison's hand and nods.

"On your back, baby," he says. "Hands up over your head."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison leans up, as demure as he could manage, and kisses Jack's cheek.

Then he eases back, gets closer to the center of the bed, closer to the headboard, so that Jack won't have to work too hard to tie him up. He reaches up, stretches out, and tries to look good while he does it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack grabs one of his ties and uses it to lash Poison's wrists together over his head. He doesn't secure him to the bedframe, though. When he's done with that, he starts to peel his panties down his thighs.

"Talk dirty to me, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

His cock ached when he sees that Jack's using his neck ties. Fuck yes. He tries not to squirm, tries not to seek relief as Jack works.

"I wanna feel this for days, Daddy. Every time I move I wanna remember you were here. Every time I look in a mirror." Poison lolls his head to look at Jack, taking him in.

"I thought of you when I got these. Kept twisting and turning in the mirror, and I got hard just thinking of your face when you got to see them."