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 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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Could just slide you under the bed, keep you like a toy," he breathes. "Pull you out whenever I wanna ride this dick or fuck you." His voice has a needy edge - Jack feels so fucking good.

He spreads his thighs more, grinding down against Jack. Controlling the angle while he's on top is easy, and it doesn't take him long to get it just right. "Oh fuck," he gasps, hips stuttering a little the first time Jack's cock slides just right. He moves faster after that, desperate to chase that feeling. It's like Jack's barely even there - he could be riding a dildo. But he's not; there's a perfect, warm, squirming body under him and it's perfect.

[rockabillyboy]

He knows that it's just talk, that Poison doesn't mean a word of it, but it still sends a shiver of arousal straight through him. He's so turned on that there isn't a clear thought in his head. His fingers flex. He squirms as much as he can.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's almost like zoning out, except he's so aware of how fucking good he feels right now. He has his hands pressed to Jack's chest, just bracing as he fucks himself. It's almost too bad Jack can't see him.

It takes a few more minutes, but soon enough he's getting tight, and he's coming, and he can't help the way he's moaning as he rides out his orgasm, coming across Jack's stomach.

[rockabillyboy]

All he can do is lie there and take it, swimming in how turned on he is. When Poison's come splashes across his skin, he whimpers into the improvised gag.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison stays where he is for a moment, just sinking into the feeling. "Shit baby," he sighs. "You feel really good." He lifts his hips, sliding off Jack slowly so he can collapse off to the side. He reaches to pluck the panties out of Jack's mouth.

"Do you want to come?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Yes please." His voice feels rough, unused. He turns his face towards the sound of Poison's voice.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He slips the cockring off and sets it on the bed. "Do you want to come in me, baby? Or all over yourself?"

[rockabillyboy]

"All over myself," says Jack, feeling like he's babbling. "Please. Please, baby, I want it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Sssh, I know." He starts stroking Jack's cock, quick and easy with the lube still on him. "You've been such a good boy, baby. You can do this. You can come when you're ready, okay?" He leans down to lick the head of Jack's dick, getting a quick taste of him. "Wanna see you a mess, sweet boy."

[rockabillyboy]

He can't hold on for more than a moment, especially when he feels Poison's mouth. He comes with a whimper, pulling against the bindings around his wrists, grinding down into the plug in his ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pulls back so he can watch him. It's fucking perfect, gorgeous and needy, as Jack squirms, trying to grind onto the plug and trying to pull free. "So good," he coos, stroking Jack until he's sure he's got nothing left to give. He leans to catch him in a kiss, denying him the chance to catch his breath just for a moment.

[rockabillyboy]

Everything's in danger of becoming completely overwhelming and Jack leans up into the kiss, making a soft, helpless sound.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're okay," he murmurs against Jack's mouth. "You're okay, baby. I'm here." Poison strokes his cheek and kisses him again. He pushes the blindfold up so Jack has his sight back.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack blinks, his eyelashes fluttering when Poison pulls the blindfold off. He lets out another shivering breath, kissing Poison back.

"Thank you, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Feeling okay?" He gives Jack a tender smile, gently caressing his cheek, his neck. One more kiss, then he carefully releases the clamps and sets them aside. Next is the spreader bar, and finally the plug. Then he cuddles against Jack's side again, pulling him close.

[rockabillyboy]

"A little dazed," he says, huffing a laugh. "And bits of me really hurt right now, but...not in a bad way? I feel pretty amazing." He tilts his head to kiss along Poison's jaw.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Your ass might bruise in a few places." Poison pulls Jack closer, onto his side, so he can lean over him to see if he can get a look. He lightly touches some of the welted marks from the crop. "I don't think I broke any skin, though."