"Uh huh," he gasps but doesn't let go of Jack right away. Eventually though his hand drops down, instead reaching to press against the headboard or wall, whatever's there, to make sure they don't run into it with the way Jack's fucking into him.
A blush spreads across Poison's cheeks and chest, wet hair stuck to his face. He tries to arch away from the bed, tries to get the angle of his hips just right. The next thrust forces a sharp, eager sound out of him and he tightens around Jack, just for a second.
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Date: 2016-04-30 03:06 pm (UTC)A blush spreads across Poison's cheeks and chest, wet hair stuck to his face. He tries to arch away from the bed, tries to get the angle of his hips just right. The next thrust forces a sharp, eager sound out of him and he tightens around Jack, just for a second.