"Yeah," says Jack, Poison's hot breath making him shiver before his mouth is back, the wet press of his tongue. Jack groans, his pulse throbbing between his spread legs as he wraps them around Poison's waist. He squirms, pressing against Poison's mouth, into his hands. He whimpers.
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Date: 2016-07-07 07:05 pm (UTC)