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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[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"Don't stop," says Jack, breathless now, his rhythm slightly more erratic as he gets closer and closer. "Keep talking, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

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

"You like knowing what to exploit."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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?

[rockabillyboy]

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