He tries to ride Jack's fingers, tries to meet every thrust of his hand even as he's trying to climb the bed. Poison wants to curl around the feeling, and he wants more, and he never wants it to stop. But Jack wants words.
"You have such a perfect fucking cock," he gasps out, voice getting tight. "You always feel so good, even if I'm alone and messing around I imagine you-- fuck--"
A full-body shiver rushes through him and for a second, Poison can't talk, he can only breathe. He's a little worried - he could come like this if Jack keeps it up.
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Date: 2018-04-04 03:25 pm (UTC)"You have such a perfect fucking cock," he gasps out, voice getting tight. "You always feel so good, even if I'm alone and messing around I imagine you-- fuck--"
A full-body shiver rushes through him and for a second, Poison can't talk, he can only breathe. He's a little worried - he could come like this if Jack keeps it up.
"I love how you fill me up, Daddy."