Jack Vincent

"So different," he laughs a little, but he doesn't mean to. He kisses Jack again and he can't help the slight upward push of his hips. Poison lowers his had again and he kind of leans Jack back, still holding him, until he can catch his nipple between his teeth. First a gentle bite, then a soothing sweep of his tongue. Somehow it's different like this, feeling the softness of his tit behind it instead of just muscle.