Poison can't answer. His eyebrows are drawn together, mouth hanging open as breathes, hard. His thighs are tense, fingers clutching at his ankles, at the sheets beneath him, trying to ground himself.
"I can't, I can't," he pants like it's a mantra. He's not sure he can hang on with Jack fucking him like that but he's trying, fuck he's trying to focus on anything else.
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Date: 2016-05-18 08:11 pm (UTC)"I can't, I can't," he pants like it's a mantra. He's not sure he can hang on with Jack fucking him like that but he's trying, fuck he's trying to focus on anything else.