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]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

"On your knees," says Jack, starting to peel his shirt off. He studies Poison for a moment. "And pull your panties down."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison positions himself as he's told, desperately aware of the come still on his face. He wets his lips and reaches back to pull his panties down, letting them drop to his knees.

[rockabillyboy]

It doesn't happen that often - Poison at his mercy like this. Jack moves slowly, deliberately, enjoying it. He slides one hand over Poison's ass, squeezing, fondling, before he slaps him.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can," he says, slapping him again.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison drops his head but makes a serious effort not to rub his face all over the sheets. He spreads his knees wide, until his hips are nearly on the bed.

His hips jump with the next smack, a little whimper escaping.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack sits down on the side of the bed and picks up the bag, starting to look through it. He pulls out the ropes and the flogger, a blindfold. He laughs, digging into the corner of the bag.

"Hoping I'd forget about the cockrings?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He whimpers a little bit. "Yeah," he confesses. "Yeah I kinda was." He bites his lip. Poison takes a sharper breath and he peers over at Jack, watching him through his red hair.

[rockabillyboy]

"Just for that, I'm definitely using one," says Jack, grinning broadly. "Just so you don't get away with it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Why do you hate me?" he whimpers, pushing his face against his forearm. He doesn't say no, though.

[rockabillyboy]

"Awh, baby," says Jack, laying a trio of hard smacks against Poison's bare ass. "Don't be unkind."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The hard, swift smacks have Poison jumping, not quite to get away but Jack has his full attention. "Im sorry," he gasps, trying hard to ignore the thin that sinks right to his dick.

[rockabillyboy]

"Are you sure?" Asks Jack, smirking, slapping him again. "Are you sure you're sorry, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

His hips jump and he whimpers. "Yes," he gasps. "I'm sorry." He's moving towards that headspace; it's easy to focus on the impact of Jack's hand, the stinging pain that radiates.

[rockabillyboy]

A little shiver goes through Jack; he actually feels the tiniest bit guilty about it, about how good it feels to have Poison respond to him like that.'

"Sir," he says. "I want to hear you call me Sir."