The sudden slide earns another soft gag but Poison rides it out. Hearing the camera adds something, makes him shiver. He pulls back slowly, giving himself a second to catch his breath. He tries to make up for the break, stroking, letting Jack's cock slide against his cheek.

"Fuck, Daddy," he breathes, voice wrecked. He'll be useless in the studio tomorrow, but he doesn't care. This is worth it. He gives Jack another obscene lick before taking him down again, all the way this time.