It doesn't take long after that permission, that kind of encouragement. Poison keeps his angle, riding Jack like he needs it and trying to push into his hand every time. With a sharp little cry he comes, hard, across Jack's hand and his stomach. He curls against him, pushes his face against his neck with a sharp gasp. "Oh fuck."
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Date: 2016-10-06 08:53 pm (UTC)