Well, Poison still feels lazy, face pushed into a pillow and his knees so far apart he might as well be flat to the bed. But the position gives Jack better leverage, gives him more to work with, and Poison's happy to make it work. He tries to get the angle of his hips just right.

"Oh fuck, baby. I wanna feel you come," he pants, one hand sliding down to stroke himself as Jack fucks him.