"Oh, shit," he murmurs. "Yeah, probably. I mean. I don't wanna-- we shouldn't risk it. Darrow's fucked up." He also doesn't want to pull his fingers out of Jack, but he does. He hesitates a moment, staring at Jack, then he takes his hand, pulls it down between his legs and coaxes his fingers to slip over his new cunt. "Think you could push one in, baby, hold my place while I find our condoms?"

They haven't needed them in a while, Poison hopes there's still some in the nightstand.