Poison trembles at the promise, smiles a little even as Jack ties him to the bed. Jack's so careful, but knots are good and Poison knows he's not going anywhere. He tries not to squirm as Jack teases him. "I'll be your mess," he breathes, looking up at him, mouth slightly open.
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Date: 2016-10-14 08:27 pm (UTC)