Poison whimpers softly, trying to arch towards Jack as he fucks him. He doesn't know what it is about feeling just Jack's hand on his stomach like that, but it drives him up the wall. His head lolls back and he sort of teases himself for a minute, waiting, waiting, until--

"Lemme have you," he gasps, reaching for Jack, for the hand on his stomach and for the fingers disappearing into him. "Need you, baby."