He tries to choke back a moan, because it feels fucking amazing when Jack takes his cock down in one slide. His back arches away from the wall and he tightens his fingers in Jack's hair, holding tight, like he might just fuck Jack's face. He's thinking about it, and it's enough to make his stomach feel tight for a second with anticipation.

Feeling Jack rut against his leg is more amazing than he'd expected.

Poison wets his lips. "Relax your mouth, baby. Just for a minute." He waits, and when he feels it he thrusts forward a few times, head lolled down so he can watch. It's beautifully filthy, but also he wants to make sure Jack's not in distress.