Jack is always so careful when it comes to treating Poison like this. He knows where the limits are and, desperately, he doesn't want to trigger something that stops this being fun for either of them. He grabs one of the coils of soft rope that Poison bought earlier and loops it loosely around his wrists. It's the illusion of control, something Poison could slip if he tried hard enough.

"I bet you're dying for something in your ass," says Jack, speculatively.