He feels fresh tears when Jack says that and he tries to hold him tighter. The angle is good, and every thrust is hitting him where he needs it. Poison's grip tightens and he closes his eyes as he comes, a sharp, desperate sound escaping as he spills between them, probably making a mess of his shirt.
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Date: 2016-08-01 07:25 pm (UTC)