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]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," says Jack, nodding, even has Poison's hand twists and pain spikes through him. It's so good that, for a moment, he hasn't got a conscious thought in his head. "I'll come," he mumbles. "Just tell me when."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison draws it out, because it's amazing to watch Jack work through it, to see him go right to the edge before he backs off again. He edges Jack like that for as long as he feels like he can take it.

"Lemme feel you come, baby. Go ahead. Lemme see you fall apart."

[rockabillyboy]

And he comes hard, his hips jerking and squirming as Poison fucks into him. His hands are on Poison's shoulders, holding on tight. He whimpers softly, coming so hard it feels like he's being wrung out.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It takes everything Poison has not to come right then. He keeps after Jack, intent on milking him dry, until those whimpers sound borderline uncomfortable. Only then does he take his hand away.

He swats at Jack's wrists, hard. "Who said you could touch? Grab the headboard and behave if you want my come."

He hits Jack across the cheek for good measure, enjoying the angry pink that appears.

[rockabillyboy]

The slap to his face turns his head and Jack reaches up, curling his fingers around the headboard, holding on. He's so deep in subspace, so blissed out, that he's strugglign to focus his eyes, so he just lets them slip closed.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He loves seeing Jack like this, blissed out and buzzing. Poison lets him linger there, but eventually gives him another hard tap across the face.

"You've been a good boy, Jack. I think you've earned this - where do you want me to come, baby?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack draws in a long breath, almost a sigh.

"Across my ass?" he says, finally. He wants it to sting.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison just grins and pulls out. He smacks the outside of Jack's thigh. "Roll over for me, sweet boy. Lemme see it."

He's not disappointed when he does. Jack's ass is still red, covered in angry welts and a few bruises. Poison feels a little bad about the bruises, but they'll fade, and he'll help Jack take care of them.

Neither of them is going to be sitting properly for a few days. He's kind of into that.

"You look so good, baby," he coos as he smooths his hand over an angry, bruised spot. He strokes himself with the other one, and it doesn't take long - not with how good he feels, and how good Jack looks. "Fuck--" he gasps out, a moan catching in his throat when he finally hits that sweet edge. Poison tries to keep his eyes open as he comes: it looks good streaking across Jack's ass.

[rockabillyboy]

And it does, it stings as Poison comes across his skin, and Jack groans softly, his hips lifting a little as Poison comes, as he gets exactly what he asks for.

"That's it," he says. "That's perfect."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs, breathless, and he leans down so he can kiss across Jack's shoulders. "Really perfect," he mumbles against his skin, a smile still in his voice.

He resists the urge to just collapse on top of Jack and instead tumbles off to the side, so he can see Jack's face. He reaches over to brush his hair back. "Perfect."

[rockabillyboy]

Utterly blissed out now, for all he aches, Jack leans into the touch, nuzzling into the palm of Poison's hand.

"I missed that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Me too," he admits. He strokes his hand back over Jack's head and moves closer, nudging until he's comfortably under one of Jack's arms. That's better.

"Neither of us is gonna sit right for days, dude." He grins as he says it, though, and he leans to give Jack a sweet kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack curls his arm around Poison's shoulder, dragging him in close, nuzzling in against him.

"I'll be standing up in class again."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It's fine, I'm on my feet in the studio anyway." Poison nuzzles close, kind of loving the way Jack smells just then.

"You can text me about how awful it is trying not to get a boner thinking about why you have to stand," he teases.

[rockabillyboy]

"It'll be as bad as that time you had me wear a plug to class," teases Jack, grinning. He's aware that they're both a mess but, right then, he can't imagine wanting to get out of the bed.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, man. I should do that again," he breathes, just grinning at the memory. "Make you text me about it and stuff. And a pair of my panties or something."

Just to up the ante.

Poison stretches lazily, still in his black cami and stockings, panties still down around his thighs. He should probably attempt to take any of it off, but he's not in a hurry. If ends up glued together, so be it.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, what did I deserve to a brat like you," teases Jack, reaching out to trail one finger along the top of Poison's cami.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Unzipped the body bag," Poison says sagely. The gentle touch sends a little shiver through him, but it'll be a bit before he can get it up again, he knows that. He likes this kind of touching, though.

"It's like letting a genie out of a bottle or something, man. Stuck with all this trouble now."

[rockabillyboy]

"I wouldn't want it any other way," says Jack, still playing with the lace edge of Poison's cami, his fingers brushing against his skin. "You're the love of my life."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I hope I can keep living up to that," he murmurs as he nuzzles in close, like he might hide under Jack. He holds those words close inside him, a little light in the darkness.

"We should like... shower. Or something. Before my thighs end up glued together."

[rockabillyboy]

"So far so good," says Jack, grinning. He nudges Poison's shoulder, weakly. "You go. Not sure I can stand up yet."