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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[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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Sir," he breathes, and he feels another shiver. It's so weird, he's never done it before but-- but maybe it works. He gets goosebumps. Poison peeks his eyes open, watching Jack after he's said it.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, shit," says Jack, grinning as he slaps Poison's ass again, reaching between spread thighs to fondle his balls. "I actually really like that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yes sir," he whispers. He gasps out a little moan and rocks his hips back towards Jack's fondling hand.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to be good, don't you?" Says Jack, reaching between Poison's legs and manoeuvring the cockring until it's snug around the base of his cock, his balls. "I know you're dying to be kept in line, Poison."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's eyebrows pull together in a tragic little arch. He whimpers and pushes his face against his forearm. "Yessir," it's more slurred together this time, but he says it. The ring feels fine, just snug enough that he knows it's there. But he also knows what it'll do, and having that sort of... taken away... is weirdly heady.

[rockabillyboy]

It's such a pretty picture, Poison with his panties rolled down around his thighs, his stockings, the expression on his face. Jack reaches into the bag and grabs a plug, blunt and black.

He drops it on the bed, right in Poison's eyeline as he reaches for lube.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison stares at the plug, fingers curling against the sheets but he doesn't make a sound of protest. Instead he bites his lip, then moves his gaze toward Jack, as much as he can without moving his head. He doesn't say anything, just tries to wait, patiently. He's trying to be good.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack slicks his fingers and presses two against Poison's hole, teasing for a moment more he eases them into his ass. He slaps him.

"Fuck yourself on them."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He makes a little sound when Jack's fingers push in. He tightens for a moment at the slap. The direction is clear and leaves no room to argue. Poison starts rolling his hips back onto Jack's fingers, fucking himself nice and slow.

[rockabillyboy]

He just sits back on his heels and watches Poison fuck himself for a moment before he presses a third finger up inside him.

"Get your head up," he instructs. "Arch your back."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The next finger makes him moan. Arching his back is easy and his hips jump when Jack's fingers hit just the right spot. Eventually he manages to pick his head up, panting as he moves his hips a little faster.

[rockabillyboy]

"I wish I had video of this," says Jack, twisting his hand to finger Poison deeper. "So I could watch it back. How beautiful you blush when you're getting worked up. How slutty and lovely you look."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans helplessly when Jack's fingers push deeper. He spreads his legs further, though he has to stop eventually to avoid tearing the panties. "For you," he breathes. "All for you."