Poison nods. "Okay," he breathes. Then he reaches up, holding Jack's face tenderly to anchor him for one hell of a kiss. There's a weird thrill of newness despite that they've been at this for months now.

He breaks from the kiss only to kiss down Jack's neck, apparently intent on seeing if his skin tastes any different. "You look really good, baby." Just in case he hasn't made that part clear yet. His hands slide down, one moving over Jack's breast, feeling its weight, its shape against his palm.