Jack Vincent

Poison tries not to make a sound when he realizes Jack's going to blindfold him. He dutifully closes his eyes as it goes on; there's no point in keeping them open. Jack's hand on his cock forces a soft little cry from him. He strains his hips up, trying to get more before his hand is gone. He rolls onto his side, curling up a bit like that might make that delicious feeling fade.

"Wish I had one for you," he breathes.