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]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're doing so good," says Jack, leaning down over Poison's body to press a kiss against his ribcage. "You want me to take a picture?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He shivers under the kiss and his fingers tighten for a moment around the rope. He nods before he can find his voice again. His entire body feels strained, concentrated on the one place where he's filled. There's no escaping the feeling, he can't do anything but focus on the stretch, the fullness. It makes him feel dizzy.

"Yessir. Please."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack slips away from him long enough to grab his phone, kneeling between Poison's spread knees to get a shot of him sprawled out and tied up in rumpled sheets. When it's done, he turns the phone so that Poison can see.

[afabulouskilljoy]

A shiver ripples through him when he hears the click of the phone camera. He makes himself open his eyes to look, and if it's possible he blushes hotter and looks down. He looks lewd and it's kind of amazing.

"Do you like it?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I love it," says Jack, grinning, his mouth drifting over Poison's chest again. "And I think you deserve a reward for being so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"W-what reward?" he asks, trying hard to keep the whine out of his voice at the touch of Jack's mouth. The slick warmth is keeping him more anchored, keeping him just on the edge of losing himself. He's almost forgotten how bad his dick hurts with need but Jack's reminded him of it.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm going to let you come," murmurs Jack, his lips grazing Poison's skin. He moves to sprawl between Poison's thighs, brushing butterfly kisses against the shaft of his cock. "While you've got that big dick pressed inside you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

A sound of relief tears out of him at the promise. "Please," he whispers. "Thank you. Thank you thank you." The touch of Jack's lips is killing him, almost too much even with the cock ring on.

[rockabillyboy]

The begging is perfect and Jack lets out of a soft breath against Poison's skin. His hands graze over his hips, pressing him down into the mattress as he teases him for a moment. He fumbles the cockring off, drops it on the bed.

"You need to beg to come, baby," he says, brushing kisses against Poison's dick again.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison cries out softly when the the cockring comes off. His fingers are tight, white knuckled against the ropes as he tries to keep from coming right then and there.

"Please," he gasps. "Please baby, please I need to come, I-- fuck I can't-- I can't--" He trembles hard in Jack's grip. He's struggling hard to keep himself in line.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to come in my mouth or in my hand, baby?" asks Jack, lifting his head to look up the line of Poison's body. "You need to choose."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison isn't sure he can hold onto words right now. He trembles hard, gasping for breath as he struggles to stay on just this side of the white space. "Want you to see," he says at last. "Just-- just your hand. Please can I come. Please, please."

[rockabillyboy]

He curls his fingers around Poison's dick, squeezing, stroking slowly.

"You can come."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He almost can't let go, even when he hears the permission. He's been holding on so tightly. Poison's eyebrows draw together and he tries to move a little more, tries to fuck himself on the toy as he rocks up to meet each stroke of Jack's hand. Just a few seconds later he cries out, head throw back as he comes, hard. He swears that he whites out for a moment, eyes tightly shut as he rides out the intense relief, feeling his own come stripe across his stomach, hitting his chest.

[rockabillyboy]

It's beautiful, watching Poison come like that, with so much force. Come splatters almost up to his chin and Jack bites his lip over a moan, stroking him through it. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the underside of Poison's jaw.

"That's good, baby," he murmurs. "You're so, so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's body tightens a few times, riding out the aftermath of his orgasm. He whimpers a little, hips squirming before he finally falls still. He lays there, stretched out and panting and trying to remember his own name as he slowly, slowly comes down.