afabulouskilljoy | Shopping at Pride

Poison shakes his head a little, because he doesn't know. It's been a while. "Don't break anything," he says, even if that one seems obvious. But it's the only thing that comes to mind.

The thought of doing that hurts him a little, makes him feel a little bit sick. He shakes his head and presses a kiss to the nape of Poison's neck before he lets him go.

"Strip off for me. Down to your underwear."

Poison meant it kind if flippantly, and he feels a little bad when it seems to have hit Jack harder than he meant. He presses against Jack, then pulls away to start undressing. The shirt first, then his shoes. He's slow with the skirt and he pauses after it hits the floor.

"Stockings off too?"

Jack pauses for a moment, just taking in what Poison looks like standing there in ruffled panties and stockings. He shakes his head. "You can leave those on."

Poison maybe knew that would be the answer, but he still gives Jack a smirky smile anyway. He does a little spin, just so Jack can appreciate it.

Jack folds his arms across his chest, ignores his hard-on for a moment.

"What do you have in that bag that I don't know about already?" he asks. "I know you bought stuff while I wasn't looking."

Poison lifts an eyebrow. "Surprises," he answers, maybe a little daring.

"Well, I'm not in the mood for surprises and you're not in charge right now," says Jack, smirking. "So, why don't you tell me what's in the bag, baby?"

Poison wets his lips. "Some uhm, odd-not-human-ish shaped toys, a flogger, some padded cuffs... spreader bar. Silk and nylon ropes." Things actually meant for bondage - better than neck ties. He doesn't mention the collars.

Jack could swear his cock twitches in his jeans.

"Maybe I need to try some of those things out."

His breath catches and he nods. "I'm okay with that." He needs to let go; maybe he needs to just hand over the reins for a while. "I got us more blindfolds, too." Different kinds, fabrics.

"Sounds good to me." He steps in close enough to land a slap on Poison's ass, squeezing reddened skin. "You want to suck my dick first, baby?"

He jumps when Jack smacks him again , but he likes it. The skin is getting hot. "You know I love your cock," he answers, feeling heat sink through him at the thought. He turns to face Jack and sinks down to his knees.

"Hands behind your back," says Jack, smirking down at Poison on his knees as he unbuttons his pants and pushes jeans and underwear down under his cock, so hard it almost hurts.

Poison does as he's told, blushing just a bit. He supposes he tends to grab onto Jack, doesn't he? He spreads his knees a little more to make sure he's balanced, and he realizes Jack's been waiting to come since the alley. Oops. He looks up at Jack, staring at him for a moment before he leans forward to delicately lick the head of his cock. He ran his tongue down the length, then back up again before finally taking the head into his mouth with a sweet suck.

Poison looks so, so pretty on his knees with his mouth wrapped around Jack's cock. Jack's breath catches, just a little bit at the sight of it.

"Don't tease," he warns.

Rather than trying to answer, Poison just bobs his head down, taking Jack as far as he can without choking. He works like that for a moment, sucking every time he draws back. Then, finally, he manages to go all the way down. His throat tightens for a second, threatening to gag, but he gets past it. He whimpers a little.

Jack's head rolls back and he moans, rocking his hips to press into the wet heat of Poison's mouth. Poison's so good at this, Jack's not about to offer any guidance. He just stands there and watches his boyfriend suck his cock and wonders how the hell he ever got this lucky.

He bobs his head, building a steady pace. Sometimes he backs up almost all the way, tongue teasing, the head of Jack's cock. He hummed, moaning at the taste of him. He takes him down all the way again, staying like that as long as he can before he has to back off to breathe easier.

When he's on the verge of coming, when he can feel it like a precipice, he pulls out of Poison's mouth, pushing his fingers into Poison's hair to tug him to a stop.

"Mouth open. Tongue out." He curls his free hand around his dick, jerking slowly.

Poison eases back, doing as he's told with the guidance of Jack's fingers in his hair. He opens his mouth, lets his tongue stick out, and he looks up at Jack, waiting. He doesn't stop looking, doesn't close his eyes, until he feels a streak hit his cheek.

He's never ever going to get bored of the way that Poison looks with come splattered across his face like that, across his jaw and cheek and lips. Jack just stands there and enjoys the look of it for a moment.

"Now crawl into the bedroom for me?"

Poison feels a shiver shoot through him. He nods a little and licks some of Jack's come off his lips. He opens his eyes so he doesn't run into anything and turns to slink into the bedroom.

It's quite a sight and Jack stands back and watches, the way Poison's ass moves in panties and stockings as he crawls. Jack pauses to take off his boots and then he follows, slowly.

"Up on the bed, baby," he says, dropping the shopping bags on the chest at the foot of the bed.

"On my knees or my back?" he asks as he climbs up onto the bed. A wave of goosebumps ripples across his skins. He shivers, anticipating, when the shopping bag hits the floor.

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