Right then, Jack can't imagine anything in the world that would make him want Poison to stop. He lets Poison move him where he wants him, lets him shift him around on the bed. He feels a little vulnerable, totally exposed, with his knees under him to push his ass into the air. The bite makes him yelp, his hips jerking under Poison's hands. His face is burning. He presses his forehead against the mattress for a moment.