"Sorry," he murmurs, lips moving against Jack's skin as he speaks. He wets his lips. "Remember, you're running the show." No matter how vulnerable Jack feels, Poison hopes he remembers that.

He eases closer, kissing, nipping, and gently pushes Jack's knees further apart. More little, light teases from his teeth before he swipes his tongue right over Jack's hole.

Hopefully he doesn't get punched in the head.