afabulouskilljoy | Shopping at Pride

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Shopping at Pride

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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"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."

"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.

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?"

Poison nods. "I think I can do that. I need to uhm. I need to get in the head space." He kisses Jack's shoulder. Jack ends up in subspace, but Poison has to get into a certain kind of domspace to be able to do that to Jack.

"It makes total sense, baby. I really, really get it. I wanna do it for you."

"Take your time," says Jack, rolling towards him and kissing him. "We've got all the time in the world, right?"

Poison smiles under the kiss. "So much time. Figuring out what I'm gonna do for you." He already had ideas trickling through his head. "I want you to feel amazing." He strokes Jack's cheek, looking at him. He's so fucking beautiful, sometimes Poison can't believe he's real. And a little voice in the back of his head reminds him that he felt that way about Ghoul. Maybe that just means that this is just as special as they were.

"You hold me together, you know that?"

"Just as much as you do for me, baby," says Jack, raising his eyebrows slightly and leaning in to take a soft kiss. "Don't feel like I have to hold anything back from you. Don't have to hide anything."

He smiles tenderly and kisses Jack's nose. "You can tell me anything, baby. You can be whatever you need to be." He nuzzles their noses together, then sighs and sprawls back.

"Shit," he says with a little grin. "I feel awesome, shit," he giggles. "Did it look good?"

He laughs at how drunk Poison sounds right then. He nods, kissing Poison's forehead.

"It was beautiful."

He's definitely hopped up on endorphins. "Gotta look at the pictures later, after I make you feel like a human sex toy." He nuzzles Jack's jaw. "Promise you'll tell me if it's too much. I mean, I know you said you would but... promise."

A shiver goes through Jack at the way Poison phrases it. He nods.

"I'll red light you if I need to. I swear."

"Okay," he says. "Alright uhm... hm." Poison thinks a moment.

"I'm gonna shower." His tone shifts, just slightly. "And I want you to get naked and wait here for me. On the bed, on your knees, with your hands behind your head. No talking, no moving once you get into your position." And he would just have to wait as long as Poison took.

Jack loves it when Poison's tone shifts like that. He swallows and then he nods.

"I can do that."

Once Poison's gone, Jack strips himself completely naked and then he gets up on the bed, arranges himself on his knees on the bed, just like he was told.

Poison luxuriates in the shower for a while. He knows he's going to be sore - they probably should've gone a little slower with the toy - but he doesn't regret it for a second. After about fifteen minutes, he gets out and dries off, then wanders back into the bedroom. He doesn't pay any mind to Jack, like he's not even there. He finds a pair of panties he likes and puts them on, then picks out a soft t-shirt, tight enough to show his figure beneath it.

When he's ready, he finds the new blindfold and puts it on Jack. He doesn't talk to him as he works, and before long he's got a spreader bar between Jack's knees and he's moved his hands, tying them behind his back.

He catches Jack's chin and guides his head up, giving him a light, almost chaste kiss. "Behave yourself," he murmurs. "And remember I love you."

He eases back, then smacks Jack hard across the face.

The slap stings more because he doesn't see it coming. Jacks breath catches in a Yelp. The spreader bar is going to stop him moving too much and Jack finds that he likes that, too. He stays as still as he can.

"I love you too."

"I know, baby. I told you not to talk, though." He cups Jack's cheek, then slides his thumb over his lips, gently pushing into his mouth. "And I don't want to gag you, but I will if you don't listen." He had plans for Jack's mouth.

He moves away, leaving a streak of spit across Jack's cheek. He digs into the toy bag again and finds the surprise he had for Jack. Just a moment later, he attaches a collar around Jack's neck, leaving the d-ring where he can grab it easily to haul Jack around. He knows he can't move too much with the spreader bar, he'll be careful. He reaches to stroke Jack's cock, wanting to make sure he's hard before they get too far.

Jack's cheeks flush a little bit when Poison corrects him. He swallows, sucking on Poison's thumb while it's in his mouth. Poison's hand starts to tease his cock and Jack has an image of what he must look like, bound and blindfolded and his cock already aching hard.

He looks amazing. Poison bites his lip, just staring at Jack and it feels kinda... exciting to know Jack can't see him, can't look back. He squeezes Jack's cock one more time, then finds the cock ring so he can put it out. He gives Jack a tender kiss on the cheek and murmurs, "Be good."

Poison gets off the bed and finds the clamps he'd bought - he got the one with the chain, figuring it might be nice to have. He brushes his fingers over Jack's chest before he attaches the clamps to his nipples. He wants Jack to feel objectified, but he also wants him to be aware of his own body, of what's being done to it.

The pain is good. Jack's breath comes in a short gasp when Poison attaches the clamps to his nipples. He can hear the chain making a soft, musical sound when he breathes. He lets his head drop a little, feels the pull in his shoulders, breathes through it.

Poison moves away again with an absent tug on Jack's new collar. He digs through the bags until he finds what he wants. He comes back and knees behind Jack. He's still just getting him ready.

Slick fingers rub against Jack's hole before two push in. "Need you to be ready for me whenever I want, baby." He nuzzles Jack's shoulder. "Maybe I won't fuck you tonight, but you're gonna be ready to be used so I don't have to wait if I do." He slips in a third finger, stretching carefully. Then he slides his fingers free and something else nudges against Jack's ass to replace them - one of the plugs he'd bought. It's a little big, but not unreasonable. He pushes it in slowly, tipping his head a little so he can watch it settle in place.

Jack bites his lip to resist the urge to answer back. He can't do much else but just take the plug that Poison slids into him. It's a little bigger than he's used to and he whimpers softly, his jaw tightening slightly.

"Sssh, I know it's a little bit, honey. Don't complain, though, it's not like I'm shoving that huge cock you used on me into you... yet." He grins and bites Jack's shoulder. He wraps around him from behind. Fuck, Jack smells really good. He nuzzles against his neck.

"But I want you to be good and ready, baby. So that when I feel like it, I can just push in and fuck you. You're my toy tonight. Not gonna be waiting for you to be ready." He kisses Jack's neck and reaches around him to squeeze his cock, to gently knead his balls. Fuck he looks amazing.

Poison gets off the bed just so he can take a couple pictures; he makes sure the shutter sound is on so Jack will know exactly what he's doing. He puts his phone back down and there's a moment of quiet.

Without warning, the riding crop smacks across Jack's ass, hard.

His head falls back against Poison's shoulder as he plays with his cock. It's better because he knows that he's not going to be able to come without Poison's express permission. His head swims with how turned on he is and then Poison hits him and he helps, his cock twitching.

Poison keeps at him, hitting again and again, steadily, watching red marks and welts rise beautiful on Jack's ass. Without warning, he tries a swat - more careful than all the others so far but still enough to sting - right over one of Jack's clamped nipples.

His ass feels like he must be glowing and then Poison swats his nipple, jars the clamp and pain spikes through him. His dick aches with how hard it is.

"Fuck." It slips out before he can bite it back.

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