Poison can't help but laugh. "Oh honey, you need a mirror," he says tenderly. But he'll take the compliment. He has to stop talking after that. Jack feels so fucking good, and he's tight but it's good. The hand on the bed slides until it covers one of Jack's, lacing their fingers together as he moves his hips faster. His free hand drops down to grip Jack's hip.
"Stroke yourself, baby. I wanna feel you get off." And while maybe he could do it, he's gonna need to find just the right position for that and he's not sure he's gonna get it on the first try.
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Date: 2016-04-28 11:06 pm (UTC)"Stroke yourself, baby. I wanna feel you get off." And while maybe he could do it, he's gonna need to find just the right position for that and he's not sure he's gonna get it on the first try.