"I wanna feel you come on my cock, sweet boy. Think you can do that?"

Jack's gratitude is sweet, and Poison could drink it up all night. But he's on the edge as it is - Jack feels too good, is too perfect - and he wants to see Jack completely lose it before he does.

He twists his hand a little, maybe torturing Jack a bit because he knows all the little things that make him shiver and squirm.