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]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

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

"You're not so bad yourself."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison just grins and ruffles Jack's hair. "Good boy," he coos before he rolls off of him, laying on his back so Jack might have an easier time getting at all of him.

"Don't keep me waiting, and don't get carried away. Do your job, nothing else, unless I tell you to."

[rockabillyboy]

Without another word, Jack rolls onto his belly and squirms closer, starting with Poison's belly, licking and sucking at the taste of Poison's come splashed across his skin.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He sighs, just to let Jack know he approves, and stokes his fingers into his hair. He's gentle for now, encouraging as Jack does exactly as he wants. The first time it feels like he's straying or lingering too much, Poison gives his hair a firm, quick yank as a warning.

[rockabillyboy]

Once Poison's stomach and chest are clean, Jack glances up, looking for permission before he starts to slip lower, between Poison's thighs. "Could you roll over?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes like it's an inconvenience and gives Jack's head a push. "Best behave yourself," he warns.

When he does roll over, Poison doesn't stay on his belly. Instead, he braves himself against the top of the headboard, knees spread to give Jack access.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans in and gets busy with swipes of his tongue between the cheeks of Poison's ass, cleaning up the mess of lube and his own come. He groans softly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He closes his eyes, lets himself enjoy the sweet sweeps of Jack's tongue. He's half hard again but he knew it wasn't going to be that difficult.

For a while he just lets Jack work, but eventually he pulls away, turns and sits against the headboard. He takes stock of the boy in front of him, a bit sloppy, all beautiful. Finally, he eases off the bed.

"Lay on your back," he says as he wanders away, over to the dresser. "Stroke yourself hard if you're not there yet."

[rockabillyboy]

Arranging himself as instructed, Jack gets comfortable, spreading his legs a little and then stroking his half-hard cock as he watches Poison move around the bedroom.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison stands in front of one of his drawers for a moment, considering. Finally he finds a pair of black, lacy things that he knows Jack loves. He finds a pair of black thigh-highs, too, and a black cami. It looks good against his pale skin, and it all feels good.

Satisfied, he fluffs his hair and looks through another drawer. It doesn't take him long to find what he wants there and soon enough he's back on the bed, settled between Jack's thighs.

"If you're good... what do you want when I'm done with you?" Poison asks as he bats Jack's hand away to take over stroking his dick himself. He watches Jack's face while he does. Jack granted him having his hands free as a reward for behaving, he supposes offering Jack something is the least he can do before he gets going.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thinks about it for a moment.

"Let me choose where you come." He doesn't rock up in Poison's fist, but it's hard to resist. His hips tremble.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Deal." Poison leans down and kisses the head of Jack's cock, runs his tongue around it before he lifts his head and slides on the cock ring he got out of the toy drawer.

"Until then, you're mine. And I know you'll be good, won't you?"

[rockabillyboy]

"God, yes Sir," breathes Jack, his hips lifting as Poison slides the ring down over his cock. "I'll be so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and backs off. "Fuck yourself open for me, sweet boy. You know better than to make me work for it."

He pushes away, slides off the bed.

"On your knees, ass in the air. Make it a show." But as he says it, Poison leaves, wandering to their bathroom. He has a good view of the bed from the open door. Jack can know he's watching, but he can also feel a little ignored. A toy that's not ready to be played with.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack gets up onto his knees, ass in the air and reaches for the lube, slicking his fingers and reaching back to play with himself, fingering his ass and rolling his hips to fuck himself, intensely aware that Poison is watching him, the humiliation of almost being discarded making his cheeks burn and his cock throb.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I wanna be able to push right in, slut," he calls from the bathroom, sounding mildly distracted. He peers over at Jack and he can't help but grin: he looks so fucking good like that.

Poison finishes in the mirror and comes back out of the bathroom.

"Don't stop," he warns Jack as he crosses the room to get something else out of their dresser. A moment later, without warning, he smacks Jack's ass with a paddle.

[rockabillyboy]

He can already feel it - that hazy calm which comes with just doing as he's told without question, with trusting Poison to know where limits are and when they'r'e coming close. He keeps his fingers, three now, working in and out of his ass and, when Poison slaps him, he groans softly.

"Thank you, Sir," he breathes.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Don't stop," he says, just before he gives Jack another good smack. It's one of their smaller paddles, mostly because he hadn't wanted to risk whacking Jack's wrist and actually injuring him.

"But tell me if the color changes."

He gives Jack a few quick, hard smacks, delighting in watching his skin get red, angry. He stops just long enough to reach out and touch, his hand cool against the welts.

Then he repeats the same hits on the other side. They couldn't let Jack get uneven, after all.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's got no intentions of stopping, his fingers working in and out of his ass as Poison spanks him with the paddle, as his the skin of his ass heats up and his cock throbs with his heartbeat.

"Still green," he says, swallowing back a moan.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison hit him again, and again, peppering blows across Jack's ass and thighs. The way he jumps, the welts that appear, are all encouragement.

He only stops when he gets concerned about layering bruises. Poison tosses the paddle down so he can run his hand over Jack's angry, red ass.

"You've been such a good boy," he coos sweetly, dusting Jack's back with kisses. "Do you think you've earned my cock, baby?"

[rockabillyboy]

His ass feels hot, and swollen, and it's perfect. He groans softly at the brush of Poison's palm, arching his back to press into the kisses.

"Yes," he mumbles. "Please." Even while he's speaking, he keeps his fingers working in and out his ass.