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]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"I know that," says Jack, landing another slap on Poison's reddened ass with his free hand as he fucks him with his fingers, as he twists his wrist to try and graze his prostate with every thrust. "All of it for me. Nobody else."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison yelps, startled the first time Jack's fingers rub firmly across just the right spot. His hips jerk, then he freezes, trying to keep the angle just right. Then he voices a weakened sound, realizing he can't come. He tries to move again, to get the pressure off. "Y-yes sir," he gasps.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack slaps Poison's ass again.

"Come on, baby," he says, tone soft and chiding. "Do as you're told. Take what you're given."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He jumps at the smack. "I'm sorry," he gasps, trembling a bit as he gets back into the original position. Poison bites his lip, whimpering when Jack's fingers rub over his prostate. His cock hurts it's so hard, and his fingers curl tight against the sheets.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're such a good boy, doing exactly what you're told," says Jack, fucking Poison a few more times on his fingers before he drags them out of him altogether. "How many times do you think you've had me suck your dick after you've fucked me?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He slumps a bit when Jack's fingers pull out and tries to recover a little.

"I-- I'm not sure," he breathes, face getting hot as he thinks about it. He's sure he hasn't done it often... but he's definitely done it.

[rockabillyboy]

"Pretty sure I need to return the favour," says Jack, his eyebrow raised, squeezing the reddened skin of Poison's ass. "What do you think, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Whatever you want," he murmurs, peering back at Jack. He tenses a little bit at the squeeze; he's sore, the skin is burning, but he likes it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thinks about that for a moment, his own face burning. He dick twitches.

"You know - I want you to suck my fingers."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yes sir," he whispers, feeling his dick throb. He wets his lips and he turns a bit, uncertain if he's supposed to move or not. Jack didn't say to.

[rockabillyboy]

God, he loves it when Poison gets like this, when he's so in the moment, so pliable and suggestable. Jack brushes slick fingers against his lips.

"Well?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison knows they're going to taste like lube, but he doesn't care. He opens his mouth at the light touch to take them in, tongue sliding between them. He draws back with a little suck, bobbing his head a bit.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack groans softly when Poison sucks on his fingers like that. The wet heat of Poison's mouth makes his dick twitch.

"That's good, baby," he breathes. "That's so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He hums around Jack's fingers and he takes them deep before sliding back again. Eventually he gets the taste of Jack's skin, finally, and he whimpers.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, I love this," says Jack, flexing his fingers for a moment, pressing lightly against Poison's tongue before he drags them out again. "Having you like this."

[afabulouskilljoy]

A string of spit follows Jack's fingers when he pulls them free, until Poison wets his lips. "Anything for you," he breathes, lifting his gaze to peer at Jack from beneath the curtain of his hair.

[rockabillyboy]

"See how long it takes you to take that back," teases Jack, reaching his free hand underneath Poison to brush against his hard cock. He strokes a couple of times, knowing that Poison can't come, that it'll do nothing but tease him.

"Get on your back, baby."