Poison thrusts his hips forward, making sure he's as deep as he can go. "So good," he breathes, head tipped back. "Holy shit, baby, holy shit. You're getting so good at this." He reaches down to stroke Jack's throat, tender in his touch. His fingers slide to Jack's hair, guiding him back so he can push in again. Even as he fucked Jack's face there was part of him that was careful: watching for any signs of real distress as he slid down Jack's throat.