rockabillyboy | Post Founder's Day

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

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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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rockabillyboy

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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afabulouskilljoy

He swats at Jack's hand. "Stop a moment and roll over, sweet boy. Then push them back in, but don't fuck yourself. Just save my spot."

Giving Jack orders is maybe more fun than it should be, but Poison knows how much he likes the structure of it all.

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rockabillyboy

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.

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afabulouskilljoy

"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.

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rockabillyboy

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.

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afabulouskilljoy

"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.

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rockabillyboy

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.

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afabulouskilljoy

"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."

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rockabillyboy

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.

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afabulouskilljoy

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?"

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rockabillyboy

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."

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afabulouskilljoy

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."