Poison holds him as close as he can, moaning quietly when he feels that rush of heat. When Jack stops moving, he just lays there, trying to breathe, wallowing in the lingering feeling.
"Jesus," he sighs. "I can't even-- fuck." His fingers stroke weakly through Jack's hair.
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Date: 2016-05-19 09:02 pm (UTC)"Jesus," he sighs. "I can't even-- fuck." His fingers stroke weakly through Jack's hair.