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 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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[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."

[rockabillyboy]

"All for you," says Jack, his cheeks flushed hot, his skin complaining with every nudge of Poison's hips. "Nobody fucks me like you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison has a deep-seated wicked streak, he knows that about himself, but he manages to keep the meanness back. He leans over Jack as he starts working his hips in quick, short thrusts, making sure that he gets that glorious, obscene sound of skin smacking skin every time he pushes in.

He trusts that Jack will tell him if it becomes too much on his already welted skin.

"Made to be fucked, sweet boy."

[rockabillyboy]

It hurts, the slap of skin on skin, but not in a way that Jack wants to stop. He groans softly, squirming his hips, pushing back against the press of Poison's cock into his ass. He swallows.

"Didn't even know that until I met you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck," he gasps out in answer, because for some reason that little fact hits him hard, in a good way. Poison just grins and he pushes deep so he can get closer to Jack, so he can kiss him like he means to devour him.

Poison reaches between them and curls his fingers around Jack's cock, stroking slowly.

[rockabillyboy]

The kiss is great and Jack moans, pushing up into it as much as he can while he's still squirming down onto Poison's cock.

"Oh, thank you," he mumbles, rocking up into Poison's fist.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I wanna feel you come on my cock, sweet boy. Think you can do that?"

Jack's gratitude is sweet, and Poison could drink it up all night. But he's on the edge as it is - Jack feels too good, is too perfect - and he wants to see Jack completely lose it before he does.

He twists his hand a little, maybe torturing Jack a bit because he knows all the little things that make him shiver and squirm.