Poison grins and backs off. "Fuck yourself open for me, sweet boy. You know better than to make me work for it."

He pushes away, slides off the bed.

"On your knees, ass in the air. Make it a show." But as he says it, Poison leaves, wandering to their bathroom. He has a good view of the bed from the open door. Jack can know he's watching, but he can also feel a little ignored. A toy that's not ready to be played with.