Jack said he was going to see how much he could take, and apparently he wasn't kidding. Poison whines, hips jumping a little as Jack pushes his tongue in, just enough to feel it. He curses softly, desperately, and tries to reel himself in a little.

But his cock is aching, he swears he feels it through his whole fucking body.

"Please," he whimpers this time, more like begging for mercy than trying to make a demand. Poison doesn't even know what he's fucking asking for.