God, that's beautiful. That's the moment when, right there and then, Jack decides that he wants to keep doing this past tonight, if Poison will let him. He keeps stroking him through it, through all of it, until he's sure that there's no more pleasure to ring out of the body beneath him. It's hot and slick, come splashed across his fingers, Poison's belly. Jack pauses for a split second and then he's squirming lower down the bed again, bending his head to suck come off Poison's skin, moaning at the taste.