Tell me something filthy.

Poison's lost for a moment in the slide of Jack's body against his. He laughs, weak and a little needy, when a memory crosses his mind.

"He made me beg for his cock," he murmurs, grinning against the tile. "It was after one of Girl's don't-ever-put-me-down spats, and we hadn't been together in a while. He stripped me naked, insisted on it. He sucked my cock, then made me beg for his. I was dying, and I couldn't fuckin' shut up."