Poison runs into Jack's chest when a hand grabs his ass. He grins. "Honey you say that like I never took control before." Okay maybe not with Jack, but yeah.

"Which cherry do you wanna pop? 'Cause I'd so be okay face down in your bed if that's easier than having me up in you first," he offers. Sure, he'll take control. But no way is he steering this without input from Jack. It's important. At least these first times... assuming there might be more.