Poison has a deep-seated wicked streak, he knows that about himself, but he manages to keep the meanness back. He leans over Jack as he starts working his hips in quick, short thrusts, making sure that he gets that glorious, obscene sound of skin smacking skin every time he pushes in.
He trusts that Jack will tell him if it becomes too much on his already welted skin.
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Date: 2018-04-09 09:51 pm (UTC)He trusts that Jack will tell him if it becomes too much on his already welted skin.
"Made to be fucked, sweet boy."