The sentiment, the slap, forces another little cry out of Poison. He rides Jack harder, faster, brow knit slightly in concentration and because it feels so fucking good. He moans when Jack starts stroking him. "Fuck I'm gonna come," he gasps, looking desperately euphoric.
"Jack." He presses close, their weight a bit precarious against the back of the chair but he doesn't stop, he's too close.
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Date: 2016-10-06 05:12 pm (UTC)"Jack." He presses close, their weight a bit precarious against the back of the chair but he doesn't stop, he's too close.