"Hold me," he pleads, like they can actually get closer than they are right now. Poison moans, pushes his face against Jack's neck like he can hide. "Jack--" But he can't say anything else, voice catching on a desperate sound. His thighs tighten and he's close. Every breath is ragged, edged with a needy, eager sound.
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Date: 2016-08-01 07:05 pm (UTC)