afabulouskilljoy | Shopping at Pride

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jack vincent,
pride

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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The paddle is heavier than a crop or a belt and Jack's hips jerk when Poison hits him with it. He bites his lip to keep from cursing again. He bends forward as much as he can , trussed up like he is.

Poison considers for a second. He gives Jack another smack, then sets the paddle down. He needs to reposition, in case Jack can't stay up right. He unties Jack's hands just long enough to move them to the front. Then he coaxes Jack to stretch out, moving until Poison can tie his hands to the headboard. It leaves him bent forward with enough slack that he could support himself on his elbows, but not so much that Jack could reach his own cock.

Better.

Poison picks up the paddle again, trying a heavier hit, just to see how Jack reacts. Even if Jack trusts him, he wants to be careful with finding the limit.

On his Knesset and elbows like that, ass in the air, Jack feels more vulnerable, more exposed. He imagines what his junk must look like, framed by spread thighs, and then the cockring, the plug. When Poison hits hip again, his hips rock forward and he whimpers, but he doesn't say a word.

"That's better, baby."

Poison reaches between Jack's spread thighs to squeeze his cock, like it's a reward, then moves back to hit him again, and again. He spanks steadily, watching the skin redden until it looks like it might start to bruise. Only then does he stop, dropping the paddle so he can push up behind Jack, hips pressed against his ass so he can feel the heat through his panties. He rubs against him, just like that, letting Jack feel how hard he is.

His skin stings when Poison presses against him but Jack can feel how hard he is through the flimsy fabric of his panties. Poison hasn't told him that he can't move, so Jack squirms a little, pressing back.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Could get off just like this." Even with his panties on; Jack looks, feels so fucking good. Poison groans a little and smacks the side of Jack's ass, somewhere he hasn't thoroughly abused with the paddle, then pulls back. He settles in front of Jack and pushes his panties down just enough, then reaches to pull Jack's mouth down toward his cock. He lets it brush against Jack's cheek before he guides it, pressing it against his lips. "Open up, take it all down."

Jack parts his lips and slides his mouth down over Poison's cock, groaning st the taste and feel of him. The blindfold makes everything feel more intense, more immediately. He relaxes his throat and slides his mouth down until his nose touches skin.

Poison thrusts his hips forward, making sure he's as deep as he can go. "So good," he breathes, head tipped back. "Holy shit, baby, holy shit. You're getting so good at this." He reaches down to stroke Jack's throat, tender in his touch. His fingers slide to Jack's hair, guiding him back so he can push in again. Even as he fucked Jack's face there was part of him that was careful: watching for any signs of real distress as he slid down Jack's throat.

Behind the blindfold, Jack closes his eyes. He moans rhythmically as Poison fucks his face. His world has narrowed down to pinpoints of sensation - the plug, the clamps, the cockring, the stinging skin of his ass, his bound wrists. It's so, so good. N

Poison just kind of loses himself for a minute, fucking Jack's mouth like it's not even attached to a person. He stops before he gets too close, pushing Jack off his cock and away from him. "Fuck," he breathes, a little dazed. He almost wishes someone else could see Jack like this. He wonders if Jack would be okay with that: having a witness to his total objectification. He wonders if it would help send him right into subspace. He pats Jack's cheek before easing off the bed. He slaps Jack's ass, just so he knows he hasn't been abandoned.

He pulls the plug free, and true to his word, he pushes into Jack without any preamble. Poison had put a little more lube on his cock, but that's it: Jack's spit and a quick stroke of KY, along with whatever lube he'd used to get the plug in in the first place. He waits, just to make sure Jack can handle it.

It hurts, but not in a way that Jack doesn't think he can stand. He whimpers s little, his head dropping down, nose pressed into his bicep for a moment.

"Yellow," he breathes, knowing that that much is allowed. "I need a minute."

Poison stays right where he is. He rubs his hands up and down Jack's sides, gently caressing, soothing as much as he can. He touches gentle kisses across Jack's shoulders.

"You're doing so good, baby. Take as long as you need to." Jack is tight and hot and fucking slick with lube and saliva, and it takes everything to just focus on what Jack needs and not how his cock feels right now. But he doesn't mind. "You feel so good. Just breathe, baby. You're being such a good boy. Just breathe."

Breathing through his nose, Jack just takes a moment to adjust to the press of Poison's cock in his ass, how it feels. Finally, he swallows and nods.

"Green."

Even after Jack gives him the green light, Poison waits just a little longer to be sure. When he starts moving, it's slow. He rocks his hips gently, letting Jack relax, letting him sink into it. "So good, baby," he breathes.

He keeps one hand pressed against Jack's back while the other squeezes his ass, kind of loving how hot the skin feels.

Jack loves it when Poison calls him a good boy like that, loves it when he touches him like that. He shifts his hips so that he can rock back against the press of Poison's cock.

"Good boy," he whispers again. Poison whimpers a little, because Jack feels so fucking good, feels tight like this. He smacks Jack's ass, then grabs the back of the collar around his neck, holding tight - not quite enough to choke, but it puts pressure on his throat. He rode him like that: one hand on the collar, the other gripping Jack's hip, pulling him into every thrust. He wants to hear skin smacking skin.

It's enough pressure around his throat that he's intensely aware when he swallows. It makes his cock throb as Poison fucks him, as he kneels there and takes it.

He doesn't last as long as he wants to: fucking Jack's mouth had nearly set him off and he's been holding back since then. He tightens his grip as his movements become shorter, harder, until he comes with a sharp, low moan. He lets go of the collar so he can push Jack down by his neck, pinning him like that as he finishes with a few more snaps of his hips. "Shit," he breathes.

He stays like that for a moment, and when he finally pulls out he's careful... and he puts the plug right back into place.

It's filthy and humiliating and Jack loves every second of it, especially when the plug settles back inside him. He rubs his cheek against the pillow, tries to ignore his aching cock.

Poison rubs his hand over Jack's hip, up his back, just touching him. He eases back, pushing his hair out of his face, looking at Jack. Finally he gets out of bed and when he comes back, he puts a pair of his almost noise-cancelling headphones on Jack, then gags him with a pair of panties.

He gently moves Jack until he's laying on his back, knees kept spread by the bar. He has to lay there, most of his senses cut off, and wait. Poison can't just leave it at that, though, and just a minute later he comes back and puts a vibrator on Jack's stomach, right where his cock rests. Every time Jack breathes, there's a chance his cock will lay against it.

Poison just leaves him like that for a little while, wandering to the kitchen o get some water.

Heavy objectification. That was what he'd asked for and, God, does Poison deliver. Jack lies on his back in the middle of the bed, his bound wrists over his head, knees spread wide, panties stuffed into his mouth. When he breathes, the vibrator shifts so that its resting against his hard cock. Jack groans softly with frustration, squirming against the sheets.

When Poison comes back, he leans in the doorway for a minute or two, just watching Jack squirm on the bed. He looks so fucking good. He moves closer, and the first thing Jack feels is the cold water bottle brushing against his cock. Poison teases it up the middle of his body, presses it lightly against the cheek he'd slapped earlier, then sets it aside. He takes the vibrator and turns it off for now.

Jack gasps at the brush of cold plastic against his cock. He breathes into the gag in relief when Poison clicks off the vibrator. His cock paints a slick smear against his belly.

Poison eases onto the bed, straddling Jack so he can easily remove the headphones. The thing is, he doesn't talk to Jack, but he wants him to be able to hear. Poison moves back until Jack's cock brushes against his ass and he makes a little noise. "Such a gorgeous fucking cock," he sighs. "Kinda hot that it's leaking like it is."

He leans to grab the lube and slicks up Jack's cock. He's still feeling a little sore, but he at least knows he's about as prepared as he can get. Without a word, he guides Jack's cock into him, sinking down with a little moan.

Jack's fingers flex as Poison slides down onto his dick, his back pressing into an arch. He's not going to be able to come, which makes it all better somehow. He groans, softly, squirming down against the bed to press the plug more firmly into his ass.

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