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's heart rate jumps. He does as he's told, spreading his thighs as much as he can. "Should-- should I roll over, sir...?" He doesn't know if it'll be easier, or if Jack wants to have an unobstructed view of his face.

[rockabillyboy]

Another stinging slap against the insider of Poison's thigh, followed by a much lighter tap to Poison's hard cock. "I need you to start managing things, I'll ask," he reprimands, lightly. "You're just making it less and less likely that I'm going to let you come any time soon."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison jumps when Jack smacks his thigh, but the light swat against his cock makes him yelp. It's not even that it hurt, but his cock is aching and any touch feels like too much. "I'm-- I'm sorry," he gasps.

[rockabillyboy]

"Mmmhm," says Jack, striving to sound as unimpressed as possible as he starts to slick the toy up carefully.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison watches, almost nervous, but he trusts Jack to take care of him. Still... it's thick - thicker than Jack - and he tries not to squirm in anticipation.

[rockabillyboy]

"You sure you can take this, baby?" asks Jack, shifting into position between Poison's thighs. "You had anything this big before?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'll try," he murmurs, his face hot. "I've never-- no. Never this big before."

[rockabillyboy]

"Huh," says Jack, head cocked, slightly. He shifts the toy between Poison's thighs, pushing the blunt head against Poison's hole. "You're going to thank me for every inch you manage to take, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He makes a little noise when it pushes against him. Poison nods. "I will, sir," he gasps. His eyebrows draw together a little and he bites his lip.

[rockabillyboy]

Slowly, carefully, Jack starts to work the toy into Poison's ass, one slow inch at a time. He's fascinated by the stretch of Poison's body to take it.

"That's the first inch," he says.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's a stretch, but it's not too bad yet. He knows it's thicker towards the base. He wonders what it's going to look like. "T-thank you sir." Poison breath catches and he tries to stay still as the cock sits inside him.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good boy," says Jack, biting his lip over a smirk as he keeps moving the toy until he's got another inch of it pressed into Poison's ass. "And another."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison whimpers. "Thank you, sir." He wets his lips and struggles to just stay still as Jack pushes it deeper. His cock is aching, he can feel the stretch, and all of it is threatening to make him white out a little.

[rockabillyboy]

"I reckon there's another eight inches of this," says Jack, speculatively, his free hand pressing against Poison's belly for a moment. "How many more do you think you can take, baby? Put a number on it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He's not sure he can do math right now, but he tries. Poison wets his lips. "I-- f-four," he breathes. He thinks he can do that.... He's pretty sure he can do that.

[rockabillyboy]

"Four more inches," echoes Jack, looking down at the toy, figuring out how much of the toy that means. He presses forward with it, easing another inch, another two into Poison's ass. "Halfway there, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He moans, forgetting to thank Jack for a minute. His thighs tremble and he arches closer. "T-thank you," he manages. His chest heaves gently with every breath and his fingers wrap tight around the silk rope.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pauses then, stroking his thumb against Poison's skin.

"What colour's the light, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Green," he breathes, coming back, focusing on the stroke of Jack's thumb. "It-- it's green."

[rockabillyboy]

"Good." Jack shifts the toy again, pressing another inch into Poison's ass. He's only ever seen stretch like that in porn films. "Think you can do one more? If you can, I'll let you come while it's in your ass."

[afabulouskilljoy]

A sharp, desperate sound tears from him with the next push. His head falls back, mouth open. "Yessir," he slurs. "A-anything for you."

[rockabillyboy]

"Don't hurt yourself for me, baby," warns Jack, his eyebrows drawn together for a moment. "I don't want that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison manages to focus on Jack's face. "Promise," he murmurs. "I'm okay. I trust you." He blushes deeper, then softly adds, "Don't let the knot go in," he mumbles.

[rockabillyboy]

He nods and eases that last inch into Poison's ass. Once it's in, he takes his hand away altogether. He raises his eyebrows.

"How do you feel?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison is quiet for a moment. He feels spread wide, exposed; the stretch he feels is obscene and he has to imagine the view is the same. At least the thickest part hasn't been pushed in - maybe he could take that too, but they'd need to spend a lot more time working up to it. He bites his lip.

"Full," he manages to say.