Poison lays there for a moment, trying to get a tiny bit more comfortable. He stays curled on his side, fingers gently wrapped around the rope. He can't quite fall asleep, but he drifts in and out, constantly aware of how he feels, of his aching cock, and of Jack's warm body close enough to touch.
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Date: 2016-10-30 06:12 pm (UTC)