Jack feels amazing. Poison sometimes worries he's still dead or something, and if this is an afterlife he's okay with that. Because he has Jack, and he's everything he needs and wants, and he never knew it.

He moans quietly when he feels Jack stretching himself, keeping his fingers nearby but trying not to interfere. He wants to. He wants all of him. When it feels easier, he slides one of his own fingers in along side Jack's, giving him a little more. Poison pops off him with a breathless sound.

"Holy shit, baby," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against Jack's thigh for a second, like he's overwhelmed. He is, a little. "How you feeling?"