Poison looks euphoric, just for a second, as his head moves in the direction Jack pulls. The tension across his scalp makes him shiver.
Then, without warning, he drops right to his knees. He lands a bit harder than he meant to, but whatever. It occurs to him that, maybe, they should've gone into a stall or something but he's really not fucking thinking about anything right now, except, maybe, mouthing the outline of Jack's cock through his jeans.
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Date: 2016-04-27 07:53 pm (UTC)Then, without warning, he drops right to his knees. He lands a bit harder than he meant to, but whatever. It occurs to him that, maybe, they should've gone into a stall or something but he's really not fucking thinking about anything right now, except, maybe, mouthing the outline of Jack's cock through his jeans.