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]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"How does it make you feel, when I have you call me daddy?" asks Jack. He discards Poison's panties over his shoulder and takes hold of him, pushing his legs up and back, spreading him open and exposing him completely.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Filthy," he confesses. "Like a secret you weren't supposed to know, but every time I tell it, you get hard." So he's pretty okay with it.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, it makes me so fucking hard," says Jack, shifting his position to sprawl between Poison's spread thighs. "Keep talking." He bends his head and presses his tongue against Poison's ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, fuck," he gasps, grabbing the ties as Jack's tongue drags over him. It takes him a second to catch his breath.

"I love feeling like a mess - your mess. I want you to come in me, come on me, wherever the fuck you want to."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack groans encouragement, but he doesn't lift his head, keeping his mouth right where it is, his tongue pressed against Poison, hands on his thighs to keep him spread.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries not to squirm too much, but he has this habit of climbing the bed when Jack goes down and apparently it hasn't gone away. He curls his fingers tight in the ties and tries not to use them to drag himself higher.

"Fuck, Jack-- Daddy-- please." His voice hiccups a bit and his thighs tighten under Jack's solid grip. He hopes he has little bruises later.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

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

"Tell me how much you love my cock."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."