afabulouskilljoy | Shopping at Pride

"You're gonna tell me, make sure we find that tongue of yours." He grins and strokes his fingers through Jack's hair. "And then maybe if you're really good, I'll let you show me. Maybe."

Jack nods, leaning in to rest his forehead against Poison's belly for a moment, on his knees at his feet.

"You look so beautiful I can't believe I'm allowed to touch you," he says. "Guys have been looking at you all day. I'm...it's all I can see."

Poison grins. He's trying to ignore how hard his cock is right now, and how close Jack is to it. "Yeah? How were they looking at me, baby. You can touch me, but you can't go near my cock yet. And you can only use your hands for now."

"Like they wanted to fuck you," says Jack, his hands slipping around to cradle the backs of Poison's thighs, sliding up to the top of his stockings. "Like they wanted to bend you over and flip up that little skirt."

Poison lolls his head back against the wall, grinning. He loves the warmth of Jack's hands, the way he can feel it through the thin fabric of the stockings and on the bare skin above them. He wets his lips. "You wouldn't wanna watch someone else fuck me, honey?"

Jack shakes his head. They're into all kinds of kink, and that's fine, but he's not sure how much he'd enjoy that.

"I don't think so," he says, and then he catches himself picturing it. His hands slide higher, up under Poison's skirt to squeeze his ass. "You're mine. I'm yours."

He makes a little noise when Jack grabs his ass. "I am, baby. And you are." He tips Jack's head up so they can look at each other. Poison lifts the front of his skirt up, showing off the panties. And the shape of his hard cock covered in ruffled fabric.

"All for you, baby."

"You've got a beautiful dick," says Jack, and he doesn't touch, not yet, because Poison hasn't explicitly said that he can, even though his mouth is nearly watering for it. "I love having your dick inside me any way I can get it, baby."

"I know, beautiful. And you've been such a good boy today. I should probably let you have it, right?" He grins down at Jack. "You look so fucking good like this, honey. Are you hard?" He asks like he doesn't already know.

"You know I'm hard," says Jack, shifting his weight on his knees slightly. He leans forward, his hands still on Poison's ass, his mouth almost, but not quite, brushing the front of Poison's panties. "Please."

"Just because I know it doesn't mean I don't want to hear it from you," he insists. He shivers, because Jack's breath is warm and promising through the fabric of his panties. His fingers tighten in Jack's hair and he slides one leg out a bit further.

"Since you're being so good... but I want you to straddle my leg, baby. Press close."

"I'm so, so hard for you."

He shifts, moving his knee so that he's straddling Poison's leg. When he presses his hips forward, his cock presses against Poison's shin and he has to swallow back a moan. "Thank you."

Poison swallows thickly when Jack presses against him. He can feel his cock and it's driving him a little crazy. "Good boy," he murmurs. "You can touch my cock, baby. You're being so good."

He remembers at the last moment, right before he presses his face against the ruffled front of Poison's panties, that he's only supposed to use his hands. He covers the hard line of Poison's dick with one hand and squeezes, rocking his hips forward to grind against him a little.

"You look so good, baby." Poison's voice is a little heavier, eyes intent as he watches Jack. His hands were fucking perfect, it wasn't even fair. He wets his lips. "You can use your mouth a little, but you have to stay outside fabric for now."

He really just wants to feel Jack's mouth.

Jack groans softly, leaning forward to brush his mouth against ruffled silk. He sucks lightly at the head of Poison's dick through thin fabric. His hips rock forward, unbidden.

Poison moans, he can't help it, when he feels Jack's mouth against his cock. He's hard, painfully so, because all of this has been one big tease and he can't decide if only one or both of them or neither of them are getting off in this alleyway. And he loves the way it feels when Jack rubs up against him, like he needs it.

"Love your mouth," he sighs.

"I love your dick," says Jack, still mouthing at the shape of Poison's hard-on, his hands slipping around, under his skirt, to cup his ass and pull him in close.

The pull, the warm hands against his ass, makes him moan. Poison lolls his head back for a moment and his fingers tighten in Jack's hair. "You feel so good," he sighs. "Do you think you deserve to suck my cock, baby?"

Jack rests his forehead against Poison's belly for a moment, and then he nods, head tipping back so that he can look up at his boyfriend.

"Please, baby," he says, mouthing against Poison's cock again. "I'll be so, so good."

Poison can barely stand it. He's aching, and every brush of Jack's lips makes him intensely aware of it. "Go ahead, baby. Want you to make me come. You're getting so good, but practice makes perfect, right?"

"You know it does," he says, tugging Poison's panties down enough to free his cock. He slides his mouth down over it almost immediately, his cheeks hollowing as he starts to suck, his own hips riding forward to press against Poison's leg.

He tries to choke back a moan, because it feels fucking amazing when Jack takes his cock down in one slide. His back arches away from the wall and he tightens his fingers in Jack's hair, holding tight, like he might just fuck Jack's face. He's thinking about it, and it's enough to make his stomach feel tight for a second with anticipation.

Feeling Jack rut against his leg is more amazing than he'd expected.

Poison wets his lips. "Relax your mouth, baby. Just for a minute." He waits, and when he feels it he thrusts forward a few times, head lolled down so he can watch. It's beautifully filthy, but also he wants to make sure Jack's not in distress.

Jack does as he's told and relaxes his mouth, breathes through his nose and lets Poison fuck his mouth for a few strokes, plays the good, submissive boy on his knees. His dick throbs. He moans, the sound muffled by the press of Poison's dick against his tongue.

Poison could come like this, he knows. Jack looks so fucking good, he feels good, and it's killing him. He gasps, then forces himself to push Jack back, guiding his cock out. "Stay just like that, honey," he murmurs sweetly.

He's close, he's really fucking close. One hand stays on Jack's chin, cradling, while the other strokes own dick. He moans, eyebrows pulling together but he doesn't close his eyes as he comes, gasping sharply as he comes on Jack's face. "Holy shit," he gasps.

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