Poison tries not to squirm too much, but he has this habit of climbing the bed when Jack goes down and apparently it hasn't gone away. He curls his fingers tight in the ties and tries not to use them to drag himself higher.
"Fuck, Jack-- Daddy-- please." His voice hiccups a bit and his thighs tighten under Jack's solid grip. He hopes he has little bruises later.
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Date: 2018-04-04 02:42 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Jack-- Daddy-- please." His voice hiccups a bit and his thighs tighten under Jack's solid grip. He hopes he has little bruises later.