Shopping at Pride

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bumps against Jack's side, grinning as they passed by different vendors. "Have I told you that you look really good?" he asks, leaning up to kiss Jack's cheek.

Going to Pride with Jack just feels good, and he's happy, and it has nothing to do with the drink he's working on which makes it a hundred times better. And he notices people looking at them; he assumes they're noticing how good Jack looks, or the fact that Poison is in a porno-short skirt, but he doesn't care. Let them look.

"Oh hey! Bingo."

He points to a line of tents on either side of the walk, noticing a few boasting dildos right out on the front tables. Perfect.

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[rockabillyboy]

"Doesn't mean we can't mix it up, sometimes," he says, smirking. He flusters a little. "I mean...yeah? I kind of...have this fantasy." He glances at the woman manning the stall to make sure she's not looking at him. "It involves you. On a femme day. Leather...Riding crop?"

Definitely straight out of a porn film.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"So going through your browser history," he teases, because it does sound like something straight out of a porn video. Poison leans up for a kiss. "Totally down for it."

He picks out a crop that looks manageable, and a paddle, too - something easy to start with.

He wets his lips, deliberately, as he looks at Jack again. "Any other fantasies?"

[rockabillyboy]

God, he loves the way Poison looks at him right then, even if it does heat his cheeks and fluster him a little.

"Some, yeah," he says, grinning.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his eyebrows and turns to face Jack fully so he can press against his front. "Yeah? Gonna tell me?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack lets out a surprised little laugh when Poison presses against him like that.

"You can't do that in public," he says, under his breath, pitched just for Poison's ears.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Except I already kinda am," he points out. He bites his lip, looking coy for a moment. "C'mon, you can tell me, baby." He loves the tone of Jack's voice right now, the way his breath catches.

[rockabillyboy]

"Have me strip off the moment I get in the door," says Jack, still breathing the words into Poison's ear. "Put me in a collar. I wasn't kidding around about the slave thing, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's Poison's turn to catch his breath, and he can't help the flush of heat sinking through him. He nods. "Noted," he breathes. He knows that to do a scene like that he's going to need to get into a certain head space, but he also knows he could do it. He knows he wants to do it, to at least try it, because Jack is telling him he wants it.

"Let's uhm... pay for these and see what else we find."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out the notes that he needs, holding them out to the girl behind the table.

"You can buy the collar," he says, smirking. "So. Say that's the game I want to play." He accepts the bag and the change from the girl with a smile, and a nod. "So - if that's the game we're playing, what else do you want to buy?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I wanna find a good one." He hadn't seen one he liked in that particular booth, but there are others. He eases back onto the sidewalk, looking at Jack with lifted eyebrow. "The game you just mentioned? That starts with you getting naked at the door?"

He just wants to make sure that they're on the same page, because he'd gotten flustered there and his mind tends to go all sorts of places when that happens.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods, threading his fingers with Poison's again as they walk down the street.

"Yeah," he says, his voice a little rough at the thought of it. "That game."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wets his lips. "You gotta help me out a little," he breathes, because he's into the idea but he's never done it before. "It's your fantasy. I wanna make it good." He knows he can think of some stuff, but he also knows he might turn towards toys a little less unless told that's what Jack wants.

[rockabillyboy]

"Hmm." Jack makes the noise soft in the back of his throat as he gives it genuine thought, thinks about what he wants, what Poison can give him. "Collar. Definitely. Blindfold. Plug?" He grins, ignoring how hot his face has gotten. "Cockring?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You have awesome ideas," he coos sweetly. He pulls Jack into another tent, this one with more variety. He can already see a few different plugs and rings on display. He starts considering them seriously, trying to picture them on Jack - in</> him.

[rockabillyboy]

"I spend a lot of time thinking about things you could do to me," says Jack, drunk enough to admit it. "What do you like the look of?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I think you need to start doing more dirty talk in this relationship," he laughs, hearing that Jack apparently spends a lot of time thinking about stuff. Poison wants to hear it - all of it.

"Simple stuff for now," he admits. "Nothing I have to work too hard to get on or off you, just in case." As he talks, he reaches up to trail his fingers along Jack's jaw. He's feeling buzzed, very warm and floaty and flirty and he wants to do some awful things with Jack but first he has to focus.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack grins at that and ducks his head, his hair slipping forward against his forehead. His cheeks are still flushed, but he's definitely enjoying himself.

"I can definitely work on that," he promises. When Poison touches his jaw, he turns his head to kiss his fingers. "Simple sounds good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The touch of Jack's lips across his fingertips sends heat sinking through him.

"Maybe I just have to get you drunk more," he teases. Then he laughs. "Shit that sounds awful." He leans to kiss the corner of Jack's mouth like an apology.

Poison draws away again, finally finding a few things he likes. When Jack seems distracted, he picks out a couple collars - he kind of wants those to be a surprise, even if Jack voiced his desire for one.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, that sounds awful," says Jack, smiling as he takes the kiss, as Poison drifts away from him. Jack picks out a couple of things he likes the look of, gets distracted by a display of different types of clamps.

He keeps Poison in the corner of his eye.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison comes back to his side once his choices are hidden in a shopping bag. He hasn't bought everything yet, but the booth owner gave it to him to carry stuff. And so Jack couldn't see what he had.

"You gonna end up with naughty piercings, baby?" Obviously clamps defeated the need for piercings, but teasing Jack is worth it.

[rockabillyboy]

"I can't even get you to get tattooed because you're scared of needles, so you don't get to screw with me about piercings," says Jack, nudging him with his elbow. He just looks at the clamps, thoughtfully. "Just thinking."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I can tease you about piercings as much as I want," he huffs. He grins and rests his hands on Jack's shoulder, using it as a brace so he can lean and kiss his neck. "What kind of thinking?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I bet you can read my mind." Jack brushes a set of clamps joined by a slender chain with his fingers. There's a kind of pain that Poison's not into that Jack finds...that he actually kind of likes.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Bet I already did," he coos, leaning a bit further to bite Jack's earlobe. He remembers Jack likes sharper pain, and he has a couple things in his bag that might let them play with that more. He'd maybe forgotten the clamps, though. Poison bites his lip, then leans to pluck up the pair that Jack's been touching.

"Gonna go buy the stuff I have. Yell if there's more you want." He grins and nudges against Jack, then goes back to the person with the tablet and the Square or whatever.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack idly browses while Poison's buying, but he doesn't actually land on anything else he wants. There's a frisson of nerves, or excitement, knowing that Poison's buying things with the express purpose of using them on him. He bites his lip over a grin.