Poison bites his lip, arching his back to press towards Jack's mouth. He finds himself hoping for a bruise, a hickey. Something he can touch later and think of this. He didn't realize how much he'd miss touching Jack, but he does. One hand tugs lightly, but then he goes still again. He's being patient. He is.
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Date: 2016-05-16 06:12 pm (UTC)