Jack shifts his weight, his cock grazing against the bare skin of Poison's
thigh. He doesn't have the urgency that he felt in the club, just that
same electric hum. He keeps his fingers tight in Poison's hair. "I just
like what your face does." He tugs again, holding Poison's head tilted
just so so he can press a kiss against his mouth.
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Date: 2016-04-28 07:33 pm (UTC)"Maybe."
Jack shifts his weight, his cock grazing against the bare skin of Poison's thigh. He doesn't have the urgency that he felt in the club, just that same electric hum. He keeps his fingers tight in Poison's hair. "I just like what your face does." He tugs again, holding Poison's head tilted just so so he can press a kiss against his mouth.