That vibration, feeling Poison moan like that is almost too much, right then and there. Jack groans, deep from in his chest somewhere, his fingers tight, his hips moving smoothly now, sliding his cock past Poison's lips, along his tongue.

"Fuck," he breathes, shaking his head a little. "I can't..." He thinks he knows what Poison's going to do, but he has to give him the option.