He jumps at the next hit, another sweet sound coaxed out of him when Jack's hand connects. "Fuck," he breathes. He keeps one hand on Jack's shoulder and the other drops to the arm of the chair for a little more balance. Poison kisses him hard, licks into his mouth for a taste before he has to pull back to breathe. "Fuck you feel good," he whimpers.
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Date: 2016-10-05 08:58 pm (UTC)