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]

Jack's cheeks colour reflexively when Poison draws his attention, pointing out the toys, but he lets himself be turned. He takes a steadying sip of his drink, because he might be perfectly comfortable in himself, with his relationship, but doing this in public just feels...

It still feels odd. Not wrong. But definitely odd.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison takes another hefty drink from his own cup and slides his arm around Jack's waist to make sure they stay close. He knows it's weird shopping for sex toys in public - he definitely knows that - but it's either this or find the shop front and they don't have to buy anything to day. They could just browse, get a feel for things.

"So... hm, we just made a list, didn't we? Restraining stuff, definitely. Maybe a collar." He grins and leans up to kiss Jack's neck.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's fairly sure that he's perma-blushing at this point. He nods, pressing a kiss into Poison's red hair, his arm laced round his shoulders.

"Definitely a collar," he says, quietly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"What else?" he asks, unable to help the wicked little grin that curves his mouth. It's kind of cute to see Jack all flustered, he can't deny it.

[rockabillyboy]

He shoots Poison a look that says he knows what he's doing and he knows that he's doing it on purpose. "A plug? Maybe?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, totally. Oh man." He has rather awful thoughts about putting one in Jack and then sending him off to class or something with it in. Yes, he's all about that idea. "Hm..."

Poison ends up finishing his drink; he tosses the empty cup in a trash can.

"Oh! We need like... a paddle or something." Something other than belts and hands to spank with.

[rockabillyboy]

"Mmhmm," says Jack, undeniably interested in that idea. He's got a little more of his drink left ad he takes another sip, eyebrows raised. "Riding crop?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his eyebrows, surprised. "If you want one, baby." He steers Jack towards a booth that seems to have a lot more... BDSM stuff in it. He presses against Jack's side, stepping off the sidewalk and into the interior of the tent. He stops in front of a hanging display of paddles and a few other tools for impact play.

"Man I should look for like... seminars or something," he mumbles.

[rockabillyboy]

His eyes widen a little when he sees the range of toys on display, but this is not his first Pride and he watches a lot of porn, so...he's not entirely fazed. He smirks.

"Taking this pretty seriously, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes. "Only because all of my practical experience is slapdash. All I know is what I read on the internet before I didn't have it anymore." The rest he's tried to figure out.

[rockabillyboy]

"We seem to be figuring it out okay so far," says Jack. He reaches out with his free hand to brush his fingers against a slender paddle drilled with holes. He tilts his head. "This looks like it'd hurt."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods. "Yeah, less air resistance before it hits your skin," he says. "Probably stings a lot more. Wonder if you end up with a dot pattern." Seriously though, he's curious.

He turns over a paddle and finds soft rabbit fur on the other side. His eyebrows lift, and someone running the booth must have seen his face because from over his shoulder he hears a feminine voice say,

"It's a texture thing. Super soft on hot, stinging skin."

Poison can see the appeal, he supposes.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's way more into the whole texture thing than Jack is, but Jack can definitely see the appeal.

"Sounds like it was made for you," he teases. "What else you do you want to get?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes and nudges against Jack. "I like your hands, though. And your belt." He looks up at Jack and lifts an eyebrow. "Do you really want a riding crop?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Doesn't mean we can't mix it up, sometimes," he says, smirking. He flusters a little. "I mean...yeah? I kind of...have this fantasy." He glances at the woman manning the stall to make sure she's not looking at him. "It involves you. On a femme day. Leather...Riding crop?"

Definitely straight out of a porn film.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"So going through your browser history," he teases, because it does sound like something straight out of a porn video. Poison leans up for a kiss. "Totally down for it."

He picks out a crop that looks manageable, and a paddle, too - something easy to start with.

He wets his lips, deliberately, as he looks at Jack again. "Any other fantasies?"

[rockabillyboy]

God, he loves the way Poison looks at him right then, even if it does heat his cheeks and fluster him a little.

"Some, yeah," he says, grinning.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his eyebrows and turns to face Jack fully so he can press against his front. "Yeah? Gonna tell me?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack lets out a surprised little laugh when Poison presses against him like that.

"You can't do that in public," he says, under his breath, pitched just for Poison's ears.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Except I already kinda am," he points out. He bites his lip, looking coy for a moment. "C'mon, you can tell me, baby." He loves the tone of Jack's voice right now, the way his breath catches.

[rockabillyboy]

"Have me strip off the moment I get in the door," says Jack, still breathing the words into Poison's ear. "Put me in a collar. I wasn't kidding around about the slave thing, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's Poison's turn to catch his breath, and he can't help the flush of heat sinking through him. He nods. "Noted," he breathes. He knows that to do a scene like that he's going to need to get into a certain head space, but he also knows he could do it. He knows he wants to do it, to at least try it, because Jack is telling him he wants it.

"Let's uhm... pay for these and see what else we find."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out the notes that he needs, holding them out to the girl behind the table.

"You can buy the collar," he says, smirking. "So. Say that's the game I want to play." He accepts the bag and the change from the girl with a smile, and a nod. "So - if that's the game we're playing, what else do you want to buy?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I wanna find a good one." He hadn't seen one he liked in that particular booth, but there are others. He eases back onto the sidewalk, looking at Jack with lifted eyebrow. "The game you just mentioned? That starts with you getting naked at the door?"

He just wants to make sure that they're on the same page, because he'd gotten flustered there and his mind tends to go all sorts of places when that happens.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods, threading his fingers with Poison's again as they walk down the street.

"Yeah," he says, his voice a little rough at the thought of it. "That game."