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]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"Don't move just yet," says Jack. He smears his fingers through the come splattered across Poison's skin and then he lifts his hand, pressing his fingers against Poison's lips.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He accepts Jack's fingers without protest, lips easily parting. Poison moans a little at the taste of himself on Jack's skin and he sucks them clean slowly, tongue teasing between Jack's fingers.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shoves down the urge to just feed Poison the whole lot, one fingerful at a time. He groans softly, tugging his fingers out of Poison's mouth so that he can kiss him, sloppy and hungry.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He ends up tugging on the rope when he tries to reach for Jack - he actually forgot for a moment that he's tied up. He moans into the kiss. "Thank you," he breathes when they part again.

[rockabillyboy]

"For what?" asks Jack, reaching down, rocking the toys inside him for a moment before he starts to slowly pull it out.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison can't talk for a moment, making a little noise when Jack moves the toy, then starts pulling it out. He wets his lips. "For-- for letting me come," he gasps out.

[rockabillyboy]

"If you do what you're told, you get nice things," says Jack, grinning down at him. "You want to go some more or do you just want to wallow for a few minutes?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"More," he mumbles, totally dazed. He turns his head towards Jack and tries to focus. "Maybe-- maybe need just a minute though." He needs to come back down now that he feels desperately empty.

[rockabillyboy]

"You need me to untie you?" asks Jack, kissing down Poison's raised arm. "You want to tie me up instead?" He grins. "I'm easy, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Need to cuddle for a minute," he murmurs, nodding when Jack asks if he needs to be untied. Maybe what they did wasn't as intense as what he does to Jack sometimes but he definitely needs a minute to just feel safe and cared for. He wiggles his fingers.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack reaches up, unslipping the ropes from around Poison's wrists, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.

"That was awesome," he says, holding on tight. "You're so awesome, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tucks his face against Jack's chest, breathing the smell of him. "Love you," he murmurs, sounding worn out. He'll bounce back, he just needs this. Jack's arms feel perfect. "You're really wonderful. Thank you, baby." He presses a little kiss to Jack's chest.

[rockabillyboy]

He combs his fingers through Poison's soft, red hair.

"I've got you, baby," he says, gently. "Long as you need."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're awesome," he says sweetly. "Sorry that was uhm. That was big," he laughs a little, feeling shy for asking for after care.

[rockabillyboy]

"It was big," says Jack, still stroking Poison's back. "You took it so well. I love that you did that for me, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles shyly. "Yeah?" He looks up at him and gives Jack a kiss. "I love you," he murmurs. "A lot." He touches their foreheads together and kisses him again, lingering. "Totally gonna get you off as soon as I remember what my name is," he says with a sly little grin.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack likes the lookf a smile like that. He raises both eyebrows.

"Going to go hard on me, baby?" he asks. "Because I think I'm in the mood to take it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison giggles. "I think I can work myself up. Shit. Should've done you first." He grins though and pulls Jack into another kiss. "You look so fucking good when you get all... blissed out."

[rockabillyboy]

"Bet you can get me there," says Jack, his cock already starting to take notice. "You know you want to remind me what it feels like."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"What do you feel like?" he asks. Jack always said he could do whatever he wanted, but Poison still wanted to ask. Just in case there's ever a specific request. He wants to give Jack whatever he wants: whatever he needs.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thinks about that for a moment, worrying his lips with his teeth as he sorts through his fantasies.

"Heavy objectification," says Jack, quietly. "And I don't want to make choices once we get going. You know where my limits are. I can throw up a red light if I need to. But I want to feel like a thing, not a person for a while. ". He frowns. "Does that make sense?"