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 is proud of himself when he manages not to make a loud noise as Jack's perfect mouth presses against his neck and as his hands race up his thigh.

They've been so careful of each other. If Jack is done feeling fragile, Poison is all too happy to fall to the floor with him.

He tips his head, giving Jack some room as he answers, "Something that matches my hair."

He'll let Jack's imagination run with that for a minute: there are a few possibilities, including red lace.