Poison could come like this, he knows. Jack looks so fucking good, he feels good, and it's killing him. He gasps, then forces himself to push Jack back, guiding his cock out. "Stay just like that, honey," he murmurs sweetly.

He's close, he's really fucking close. One hand stays on Jack's chin, cradling, while the other strokes own dick. He moans, eyebrows pulling together but he doesn't close his eyes as he comes, gasping sharply as he comes on Jack's face. "Holy shit," he gasps.