Poison shivers again beneath him, because he can fucking feel it when Jack loses it. "Oh, fuck," he gasps out, wrapping his arms tight around Jack's shoulders. "That's it, that's it, God you feel so fucking good--"

He nuzzles close, manages to find Jack in another, breathless, slightly uncoordinated kiss. It doesn't matter, he feels like he's floating and he never wants to come down.