Poison bites his lip, then he nods. "Yeah," he breathes. "I want the whole show, baby. You know how much I like looking at you."

He's a little obsessed with it, maybe, but Jack'as usually pretty gloriously accommodating about it. He wets his lips and he's kind of painfully hard, but he can wait a little longer. He can manage some patience, he's pretty sure.

Maybe.

His hands slide over Jack's thighs and he squeezes before he forces himself to let go. Jack can't strip if Poison's holding on.