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]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's stomach tightens and he tries not to whimper when Jack touches his cock. He shivers, fingers curling into tight fists as Jack strokes him. It's killing him, if only because he knows he can't come. He sinks away, dropping onto his back at Jack's command.

[rockabillyboy]

He takes a moment to enjoy how Poison looks spread out like that, his flushed cock, his breath tighten in his chest.

"Hands up over your head," he says. "Think I want to tie you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip, but he does as he's told. He's pretty sure Jack remembers his limits on that, but he'll say something if he starts getting uncomfortable. He stretches his hands over his head until he's spread out, and he stays still so Jack can tie him however he wants.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack is always so careful when it comes to treating Poison like this. He knows where the limits are and, desperately, he doesn't want to trigger something that stops this being fun for either of them. He grabs one of the coils of soft rope that Poison bought earlier and loops it loosely around his wrists. It's the illusion of control, something Poison could slip if he tried hard enough.

"I bet you're dying for something in your ass," says Jack, speculatively.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods, biting his lip. "Please," he begs. "I want you to fuck me with-- with whatever you want." It's nerve-wracking and thrilling to say all at once, to put that much trust in Jack. He knows he won't abuse it.

[rockabillyboy]

"Why don't you tell me..." Says Jack, ghosting his fingers along the trembling length of Poison's dick. "What's in that bag - what you bought to fuck ME with - and then we'll decide."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He whimpers a little. Even the light touch is driving him insane. "I got-- I got some dildos that're-- that're different shapes. Like. They're not uhm. Normal-looking cocks," he breathes. "There's also uhm. There's a glass one, too."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack glances into the bag, eyebrows raised as he examines the context. He clucks his tongue against his teeth.

"Those are big, baby," he says, playing at being scandalised. "Were you picturing fucking me with those?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison feels his face get hot and he looks away. "Yes," he admits. "And-- and myself." It's not like he got them just to use on Jack. He got them because they looked... awfully interesting and he wondered what they felt like.

[rockabillyboy]

That blush is awfully pretty. Jack slaps Poison's thigh.

"If you can't look at me when you're talking to me, I'm going to have to blindfold you, baby."